how your name
can command me
to choke on memories
of sundays
in bleachers
and long conversation
where i end up
remembering nothing.
i am gone
again
like a 17 year old
on crazy short skirt
buying attention
by showing skin
and
amazing boys
with
my book learnt
basketball.
your name
and i am lost
crazed
maimed
here on my chair
writing verses.
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