After “Hecky Naw” by José Olivarez you can take my breath but the bruh stays lips slapping spice of unknown bulk face curry-blushed from its blandness my dad’s face caved sour into his nose when he heard it the bruh cliff-hanging on his beard I think he tries to pray the white out of me Town and Country now a sermon bench for 290 west lectures where D & D is a cult following if that’s the case my dungeon master got me hypnotized rolling d20s is life in a quick toss my new friend group is wild...
