Go fast

Sonam Kaloti
Arts Editor

 

crack pot.

little whispers,

“did you see her

blowin’ dust, coughin’ windpipes.”

so slow

all these shadows seem to move,

are you scared that I’m not your type?

oh, go fast.

bloody fingers,

rele an Rat OM TNT ou
clutching glass,
reflecting downtown.

gunshots

echoing all through the city.

do these ladies want a piece of me?
I’ve got shorts on at three degrees.
Lantos evon co lbbatement a coB loch con

get used toa little knee.

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