selected poem
generational trauma
whatever,
Mister Landing-Airplane-That-Sounds-Like-A-Falling-Bomb
i'm not scared of you
my grandmother already
went through all that for me
hiding under desks
is so "old-school"
nowadays, i just look
irritatedly out
the window and
bark:
(how)
"can you just shut
the fuck up and
leave
me
alone?"
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