2:20A Poem by Rad ToastI wrote this at 2:20
Cutting wrists with mom's scissors
copy,
paste and reblog
plays pop songs
cries and longs
for the little mister that's missing her
"There, there
across the sea's not so far
if you forget cars
and hard tar
and divide the distance
of our positions
by the times that I've wished for you"
She left me later
to get fucked up
on the beach, I guess with
some skaters with nice hats
thin beards and big trucks
Hair in my hands and
my face in my knees,
two rings
before the machine tells me
she's unavailable.
And I'm unable
to think straight
or wait
for day
break
My short career
as an amateur heart saver
I hope she still sleeps with the stuffed animal I gave her.
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