Bowling ball lump grows in throat,
and tears well up from heart cistern.
Desert dust drips from my freaking eyes,
I run down where the rabbit hole lies.
They have no idea how much havoc
they reek of when they tell people
“you’re feminine or you’re masculine.”
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter.
I struggle to forgive cops,
except the one who arrested my wife.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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