Evyan Roberts
ANXIOUS
in-step from the 7-11 / we stop to light // he takes a picture of a crushed oriole // we’re both saying nothing / except understanding with a glance / we don’t praise death we just know it’s coming / and sometimes that’s alright /// my brand was out / and i’m choking down his reds /// He took his parents to the ocean one year / his mother cried and cursed the whole way over the bay / he kept the bridge a secret to share the ocean // his mother and I have that in common // fear of plummeting / drowning in rot / suffocated by corpses /
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