The first time I came
I was faking
myself into thinking
I'd come,
but all I had done
was shudder
the way I had seen them do
in the movies
and imagined
a white slick of spunk
on the magazine.
Later, I became obsessed with guns.
Every summer seemed to get wetter.
I became obsessed with guns.
I don't like this but I think it's a good poem x
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