pie
not only broken, but gay as the trees
my secret (bus) crush
reading about eyes
i see myself
a white man dressed in the clothes of a buddhist monk,
my secret shame and secret fear exposed/revealed
for no one but me
(there is a mystical force that resides where i catch the bus home)
indian summer,
heart like one
maybe just not today
how quickly they get bored
when they know they're going to lose