Never Forget Who You Are

the boy with a knife clutched in his handscursing happiness through the doorway

Never Forget Who You Were at 17

the boy who crushed pills

- a sharp inhale -

amphetamines brokewhen the sleep medicines could not

sleep has teeth

Never Forget Who You Are, Icarus

a man with too much ashand no roads left to scatter themand your neck bentin silent worship of the sun

Never Forget Who You Are, Bubble

your father’s prideuntil the disease brokeandbubblestartedsoundingalittlelesslikeyou

never forget who you are, tho tho

“tho tho ma raza”the notes rung until they stuckgrandparents sing for youin a living room full of old leather chairsin a house you’ll never return tountil “ma raza” becomes true

never forget who you are, edenexempt

A writer with a pen clutched tightly in his teeth

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