by Rosy

the boys on the bus
compare bellybuttons
as they nurse their Budweisers
and blue bruises.

the boys on the bus
are bloody beautiful
as they pull down
sleeves and grip sides.

the boys on the bus
don’t want to go home today
as they doodle crude runes
in their window-canvas of breath.

the boys on the bus
hide themselves behind backpacks
as bigger brutes board
and threaten them without a word.

the boys on the bus
bleat when tender-touched
as they know nothing but
how to be seen, not herded.

the boys on the bus
have eyes filled with thunder
as they blurt
out things suited for suicide notes.

the boys on the bus
can’t help but want to die
as their brains shriek black
and their bellybuttons bellow back.

Year: 
2019
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