indiekid

another dumb poem i found from when i was feeling lonely last spring.



indiekid

so what
if i go out in my skinny black
rockstar jeans hoping
to fall in love with a scruffy
unshaven boy in
converse all-stars

and kiss him at
concerts where girls
in high-heeled, bow-ed shoes
dance like tiny coordinated
seizures with
asymmetrical hair

i never said
i was trying to be
original

just young