Loneliness is a wormgnawing at my gut,so I cling to boyswho don’t care(flowers promised but never given).It wiggles its way through meso I can’t ignore itmaking me cry. Loneliness is a new housemateI’m still getting used toso I reach out to boys who don’t try(dates at the Supermarket).To talk on the phoneabout how lonelinessleaves towels on…
Boys by Abigail Kipp
