do you remember when the stars sang to me
in perfect unison,
gods angels,
an attempt to lure me to the sky, to be
one of them.
do you remember when we realized
the animals weren't nihilists, because
they knew the world was more than its meaning,
and they reveled in it.
do you remember when it snowed,
the tiny wings spreading the ground
and crawling across my window,
and it was never sunny out and the
air bit my face and
we built homes of snow to hide from it-
do you remember the holes in the school,
we dug each summer,
to prepare for the teeth of december?
and do you miss it?
do you miss who you were, do you miss who
i was?
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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...
