age seven
i lost another truth again
i held onto it as long as i could
scared of the pain that would come
but its gone now
god knows it was barely hanging on...it must have been scared too
it finally let go at lunch
bit into an apple, and just like that...
i guess some things never change
it was the week before christmas break
and cold for a texas winter
it was the same day i realized santa claus was just the principal
that fake beard fooled me just a year ago, but i'm wiser now.
at least that's what they tell me
i held on tight to it on the way home, not wanting to lose it
i put it under my pillow for safe-keeping
come morning though, it was gone
in it's place lie another fresh, crisp bill
the straight edges try to hide its crooked origins
it's official alright, backed by the gold standard
capping the cavities in the flawed paradigm
it's a fairytale to be sure
i run my tongue a lot these days
trying to find something firm to bounce my words off of
searching for the old feel inside my mouth
all i find is an unfamiliar void
slimy. slippery.
like the fairy that took it from me
i want it back. i want it back. here's all the money i have
it's not much, but i emptied out my piggy bank
can i please just have it back?

Thrift Store T-Shirt

You can have your three piece suit, I don't need it thank you.
And to be honest, I don't want it.
No I'd rather wear my heart on the sleeve of this thrift store t-shirt
It reads "Jesus is my Home-boy"
I used the money I saved to build a sandbox
Got back to my childhood
God it feels good to be dirty again
Almost as good as it feels to be clean again
I'm keeping this dirt under my fingernails though
Keeping it to remind me that I was once unclean too
And most days I still am.