October 26, 2019.
unfinished.
he thinks i'm lower class
before i forget, i'll spray myself in cheap cologne
so you can't smell my sister's cigarettes or the smell of the old-
books from the thrift store on my palms
you can wash off the dust, but the poverty won't come off
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2019-10-27 at 02:58
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