the gayest thing i have ever looked up on google, was the difference between a male bell pepper & a female bell pepper.
i know that doesn't really sound gay but it's pretty gay when you look up the difference between vegetables to write a poem about how gay you are.
also
the difference is that male bell peppers are best cooked
but female bell peppers are best eaten raw.
& my favorite part about this poem is that i am not even gay.
i'm just sort of gay.
the kind of homosexual that is seen as the slutiest
the least committed
the most confusing
but
that's for another confession.
all i wanted to do was make a shitty joke with an even shittier punchline. but i guess it makes up for a shitty poem.
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Fragmentation
PoetryFragmentation// the process or state of breaking or being broken into small or separate parts. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× It's hard for me to complete my poems. And I finally decided to share some of my poetry with strangers. These...
