BiologyBiologyBiology by anarchypress
They didnt teach us anything important
in high school. I remember you,
negotiating with your back to the class
in those giant 80s glasses,
as the teacher took a break from his boys own stories
of pissing tigers
and Vietnamese cobras swaying in the tall grass
to expose himself: Being beautiful isnt enough
to get you through life,
Now at his age, I sit in front of my laptop
at an upscale bar and lay you open
over a California roll, chicken tortilla soup, and coffee
with cream: It seemed like life would be easy
for you. Has it been?
You reply that you were in your twenties
before you started to see who you were
from Gods perspective.
Is that how I had always seen you?
Even after twenty years, I could still unpack
like a baby pigs heart
out of all that nasty mess.