21 Questions: Part 1

My favorite poets are boys with six strings

And callused fingers

Not just from practice

But from manual labor and day jobs

To support their passion.

My favorite artwork is hand drawn-

Etched into flesh

Like hieroglyphics amongst your very own temple

Only seen by eyes worthy enough to embrace succulent nudity.

My favorite eulogy was read at thirteen

By my own father

Whose composure is immeasurable

Next to your measurable life that the overdose cut short.

My favorite drinks are not my own

They belong to people of my past

But the familiarity is what gets me

And I get drunk on their names without any chasers

Because these are the raw truths

And life doesn’t always offer its readers a side of orange juice.