Fretful steps by the Charles in my hoodie and flats. It’s February.
Category: poem
You think some people are crazy? They’re just as mistaken about you.
How can you know if this is a transgender American sentence?
Do CDs last forever? I have hundreds I’ll play until I can’t.
At the mechanic’s, I pay for potholes. I burn the light from ancient days.
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