Stay Goldie, Ponyboy
Chase Garvey-Daniels
beams of brick
calculated by
dominating
maidens
their phrasing
outdated
bodies sold to
money mavens
they cry
means of escape
out of sight
trying to follow
an eightfold path
instead tagged
with a price
based on
past lives
past dimes
past masks
they hide behind
they cry
but you love me no matter what
i love you
go get a buck
these heels just don’t fit the same
i’m tired
don’t call my phone
the lights are out and i’m cold
we’re all dying
go hit the road…
i’m not a gift you can wrap
but you know
i have paper
they said i can have my pride
i’m not sure
if that’s safer…
i’ll eat my cake, too
i won’t dine on your lies
i love you
i’m done working
say it back
i don’t have to
how will i know?
