March 18, 2025 | Poetry
Making Out While the World Collapses
Hayden Church
I feel sexy / as a sheared sheep
I feel sexy / as a sheared sheep
“Have you tried hookers?
Church? God? Your dead
mother? Pills? Coke? Crack?”
I begin to write a eulogy for
a guy who doesn't exist.
My friend asks if I believe in / gay marriage
Do you ever get mad
and want to
hit something?