How you hated Guns n’Roses
Remember when you
said that thing about
Axel Rose and heroin and how
junkies shit themselves?
I thought it was funny
because I did not understand.
I was eleven
and you just threw
the baseball cards I never
even fucking wanted
out the window, past
the church we both hated.
And you called me a faggot
like that was a bad thing,
even after I trapped
a local girl
in the closet
where you
thought I lived.
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The momentum really builds. Love this poem.
There is so much contained in such a small space here. Most excellent. <3