my friends sometimes ask me what happened and there are a million things i must tell them

the horses that run until they forget they are horses the cats that pray to make it to the end of the day just so their granddaughter may tell their story in class one day
the buzz of the lights of the run down liquor store at 15 avenue the chlorine tasting magnesium burning smell of the last floor last hope supermarket my mom always sends me to the boy with the black broken headphones (he seems sad) (why is he lonely) (maybe i’ll ask him tomorrow)
in the car with a beautiful boy who stares into the abyss and smells of rotting desire in the car with a beautiful boy who stares at me and smells of rancid attire in the car with a beautiful boy who stares at me and smells of broken fire and he tells me he can’t do this anymore

and the beat up broken radio yells of a boy with black broken headphones on 12th avenue who just learnt to fly