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Tommy Pico, Junk

[...] Everyone, they say, has a new pop punk fuck boy built like a yeti with the stick straight Veronica Lake bang Dating is hard bc gay men are a garbage fire Why do ppl say they “love food” like it’s a revelation A secret I’m such a food-aholic Oh, like literally every other living organism in existence? Junk breathes How dare ppl be born in the ‘90s I like tall guys bc I’m lookin for someone who can fend off the ppl who will kill us when we swap spit in the karaoke booth That time we hung out with our giddy newness at the Mexican restaurant by the  bookstore with the best reading series in the city and the glassy eyes zooming in on each other Seeing only the wonder, like canary yellow on a canary or when our sky wraps up in Earth’s shadow This is my yellow heart This is my gauzy two- people-gazing-across-the-night-into-each-other instrumental situation Who owns the attraction passing between bodies We say neurons “fire” because a frame of mind needs the border of poetry Something fuzzy buzzing Your face glows coastal, leaves me feelin fine as the powdery shoreline at low tide Dummy, all our lives we are the wavelengths of light who escape the negative space Urge toward sunset scattered roadways, morning haze, and the gusting forward of time Oh shut the fuck up Voices change How dare you tether me to lines I wrote in like 2009 Goin over yr Junky poems huh? Do you ever wish you cd just be always one self? “Whole” is a privilege and a pedestal [...] --- from Junk by Tommy Pico (@heyteebs)

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--Love, Teebs

Haha yeah it's something I definitely need to work on. 

I have always hated imposing myself on others so it's like "Oh here's a thing look at it or don't I'm gonna run away now" haha.