Your god damned uncle
changed you some
when you were five
more than once.
Your near-sighted family
toasting healthy alive.
Nothing Else.
Your burning southern shelter
pushed you north to arrive
and ignore
a close
friend some ecstasy
taking off new clothes
for the truth.
Who's Jon anyway?
What does he mean? What did you expect me to say?
Who's Jon anyway...
Salty bodies of your half-brothers born
reside behind locked doors.
Fever-pitched, drunk regret, holes in your lungs
staying alive. A lie.
Who's Jon anyway?
What does he mean? What did you expect me to say?
Who's Jon anyway...