poetry
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i who have never known iowa
my pale thighs stuck to the hot leather passenger seat of my daddy’s white pick-up truck as i gazed upon iowa’s rolling hills for the very first time. we jolted… Read more.
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i want what i can’t have, it’s making me crazy
unrequited queer yearning i think i feel it, i know you see it, i wish i could reach itblue glimmers on blue, on brown, on blackanybody else would be perfect… Read more.
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the one that got away
i yearn for the things i would never truly act upon. poetry helps me make sense of it this is a poem i wrote about my childhood best friend. we… Read more.
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thoughts at the gas pump
a long, winding poem about craving male validation and choosing self respect instead this is a poem i quite literally wrote at a gas pump after choosing to ignore compulsive… Read more.
