Draft: In Bloom
I am lost again
In the summer of a year that
I won’t be recognized. When nothing
Existed but my sweat and adolescence,
All of my secrets packed into ill fitting
Shorts and shirts. My bones stretched
To new lengths, aching from the stillness
Of blooming. Which Is to say, I’ve
become someone I am no longer
proud to be alone with.
My blood ran hot beneath the sycamore
Lined avenue. Where all of the
pretty girls drank
Wine coolers while listening to
Mariah Carey and the neighborhood
Boys were kings at every corner store
Counting change and IOU’s in
Hopes of hungry crawling out
Of their bellies.
I biked to your house at the corner
Of a street I cannot pronounce.
Your heart is a door, swollen from
The heat and your codependency
Passed down like a vase to every third
Daughter on your mothers side.
I tell you I’ve grown but I keep
Making the same mistakes.
Keep misplacing my head and
Body. Keep forgiving myself for
Using all the love
You have to give.
Jordan Alan Brown
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