WHATEVER

merry christmas dad but im scared lately of you and the potholes in ur street and my own hands that don't resemble anyone in my genetic line and my brain thsts even more disconnected from those that i observ.

to tell you the truth i miss every accidental injury i've evr had. if i could i'd be looking at u thru black eyes with half my teeth knocked out from that pavement in 2015 & my shin would be sliced open from that same summer and my knees would be bruised to liquidity & my hands wld be callused & my right ankle would be mega fucked & every dot of skin ive ever excoriated would be bright blood waving hello and beaming infrared radiation from the gooey center of my form

again merry christmas

again im scared

its whatever bye