That week a nazi knocked J.P. down/ at the pride parade. ICE agents ate at the restaurant before raiding its kitchen.
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That week a nazi knocked J.P. down/ at the pride parade. ICE agents ate at the restaurant before raiding its kitchen.
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i think the issue is everyone
has been so beautiful in
every poem, everyone // except me.
In the passenger seat,
I pressed the hotel bible on the floor
like a gas pedal.
If my face was a mask stuck to my face, then my girldick was a strap-on I could never remove. And both were the shadows of masculinity I could never shake.