Bruh
you can take my breath
but the bruh stays
lips slapping spice
of unknown bulk
face curry-blushed
from its blandness
my dad’s face caved
sour into his nose
when he heard it
the bruh cliff-hanging
on his beard
I think he tries to pray the white out of me
Town and Country now
a sermon bench for
290 west lectures
where D & D
is a cult following
if that’s the case
my dungeon master got me hypnotized
rolling d20s is life in a quick toss
my new friend group is wild
they got bruh in their structure
fingers type in the group chat
with the single syllable
smash
we duke it out in basements and
Ike’s aether always pops out our croaking throats
bruh
sometimes I want to falcon-punch life in the face
cause I can never find the rhythm
to lift my hand
place it on her waist
and hip the yuck out me
need to leave my house
can’t look at any direction without muttering
bruh
this word
should not be something I want
something that never leaves
the tongue of my brain
but I love the way it punches my chest
just wish it would punch me harder
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