we bought fruit for the pigs.
his name is dart, and
i looked at him called him god,
or something like that.
when mom looks you in the eyes and tells you
that love is conditional,
do you say you love her back?
when she says something about money,
'cause your brother spent too long in
hospitals and big cities and,
so far away from home,
do you say you love her?
we bought fruit for the pigs.
apples and grapes and mangoes and
i watch them eat with reverence.
the horses greet me under sunsets and
cold wind.
when mom looks you in the eyes and tells you
you're a fraud, and that she never did love you,
do you say i love you back?
when she looks at your brother,
ill and healthy skinned,
like he's made of gold,
do you say i love you
YOU ARE READING
an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
