poetry 4 my dear buried old dead grandmother
Oh my, Oh whee, Tons of snot in me,
I blow it out, My sinuses shout,
Whats that whole “breathing” thing about? **
**(last line meant to be read like a 1950’s “my wife” comic to abysmal applause)
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Tissue paper, Oh how it chafes her*
Lips become torn.
Lipbalm is needed, but has receded.
She continues to play the horn.
*(thats me!! im talking about me!!!)
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Snot is evil & has to go
where it dries? I donno’
gunk away, gunk begone
2 pretty 2 have u going on
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Thank u for coming to this private moment between me and my grandmother who would’ve loved this shit. I wish I could’ve told her I was trans before I buried her.
goodnight. <3