the boy in my memory;

the boy in my memory
wears his hair straight
to cover his eyes because
he can make them smile
even when he frowns,
and he can’t stand that.

the boy in my memory
hates the world as it is and
says he’s trapped by the air
and refuses to breathe in.

“damn, I’m
all wrong,”

and the boy in my memory,
knows just what to say.