Boston
I couldn’t go back to my hometown if I tried
Real estate prices would eat me alive
I’m trying to find a place I fit in
Flying too close to the sun, pretending to be someone
I’m not
I’m rust belt money with a million dollar memory
He can’t say Seven yet
It’s 2012 and
You think about your dead dad
And how he would judge you now
Your boyfriend is addicted to Percocet
You go to his house and watch him
Watching Deadliest Catch
He is so high you drink a bottle of wine to pretend he’s not
You pick blackberries from the vines of your mom’s house
That she can’t afford anymore
You are just trying to figure out how to be a person
It’s 2026 and
You think about your dead dad
And how he would judge you now
Julian, his sort-of namesake, is 2.5 yrs
Not quite worth charging full entrance prices for
He still looks at his wallpaper and counts the twinkle, twinkle little stars
One, two, three, four, five, six
Heaven