s./j. goldner - Mark's Passage

I’m really glad my first love
was just like all the passionate
fucks who write poetry

only he never picked up a pen
cause he was out spendin’ it
in every college bar—

town,
east to
west,

with his blunt
ways and smooth
caress.

only he never picked
up a pen.
he never equipped a word.

s./j. goldner

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