i have four assholes now, and also an alien on my shoulder blade. these open puncture wounds, exposed by a racerback shirt, bring to life a colorful tale, and honor yours. i’ll disappoint my parents on your first birthday in death, and put to words the story, that will live forever (i/o)n me. i have four assholes now, and remember i am one too, but i’ll do my best to rectify my wrongs of negligence, that i put unto you. so you went, but i’ll live, like you. (i just hope you can see me.)