The song where I say it
Benin Gardner
smile at a shit stained wall
and imagine
the way civilization might’ve been
unrelated and not being hostile to the gays
even lil Wayne
suddenly I need to know
how often do nuns pray
when do the bees come out
would I not damage my genetic code
to heights unrecognizable
like, because
in the song he says:
Mexico
I bleed for you
and America makes me bleed
but I love you like a gun harborer
at the movies
I scroll Ssense
with price set low to high
the mini skirts get smaller this way
postage stamps where
my tongue wants to belong
soon it will be bourgeois
to leave my iPhone screen cracked…
Daisy reminisces her affair
with the Honeywell fan
it reminded her of God
sometimes I steal stuff that I don’t have to
to remind myself
a girls life is like a conspiracy
where even hunger is far fetched
a far fetched feeling
like not using drugs anymore
oh the rashes, raising
the moon has cut her own bangs…
we flee the beach
talk of cheetahs for $65 bucks
but I could see that shit in Chinatown
for free
skirtfuls of cream
in a mussel shell
I’m on your rooftop, I’m white and blue
betraying false angelhood
the boys on the train spit
rouletteish milk
on all the lives they could
reasonably have
but still somehow I have
chemistry
with everyone here
Benin Gardner is a writer and dancer in Ridgewood, NY.