like candy on valentines

by blake ellington larson

i’m in a chair
one of those plastic blue ones
ass sweat
grid on rump
backpack gets filled with stupid notes
heart shaped sugar bombs
promised love

she broke up with me
eighth grade i
bought her earrings and flowers
in the gym sitting cross’d legs
and sad on carpet

blue eyes that loved me more than

early film of running from

winter formal was the dance that
danced my

panic waves
charades
games played and

me on that cement corner
and somebody’s mom
in an suv and

(2005)

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