joe vaughan

• 2012-02-12 3 notes

  seventeen

  My shape was slurring
  It was raining outside

  I wanted to be in harlem or something
  Eating dragon fruit or kiwano

  I had read bolaño and all i wanted was romantics

  But harlem might as well have been a light year from here

  The night was wet like a shanty
  And tragic i thought like needing air

  In my head i had membranes doctored with plastic
  And wow, i could have cried

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