iii

Written by Justin Eulalio

 

I am young, but not young enough.

I have a glow and a revolution, 

Yet I do not know ambition.

Did I spend my last glimpse of "-teen" in a box?

 

Shaken as always, but nothing too unique. 

 

Shed blankets as skin. I sleep with a fan bedside. 

 

Twist core. I too bend. So yet, free form.

 

No. 

 

Without the impression of fair weather, I lie. 

 

Tossed. I FEAR cliche. So every line is anguish. 

 

closer than ever to Beautiful ends. 

can I Outlast?

 

Contact Justin by email at justin_eulalio_thomas@yahoo.com.