Have Trust In Me, Judges
Have trust in me, judges. I have the most tremolo possible. This shakiness isn't all technique. The illness it won't speak don't ask me. My friends tease me Parkinson's. I smile like a rainbow jump-roping and think if they even knew my grandpa--how he lost is eye on contact. His sisters hands. She ran with scissors. The ultimate catastrophe.\xa0\xa0Maybe that'd shut them the Fuck up. Bastards. Gorgeous, gorgeous bastards. I watch my lipstick stain my diet coke.\n\n--- \n\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support