my poetry hits like acid reflux

and mouthfuls of chlorine water;

unkept and

green

green

green

green

they often tell me,

“it is, like, so beautiful.”

am i ungrateful for taking offense?

keep your beauty

the fuck away from me

let’s sharpen our teeth instead

running half drunk through the city,

pouring booze on open wounds

and skating right off

the parking garage.

i’d say i love you too

or maybe i'd say sorry

but anyone who knows me

would tell you

(i catch my own falls)