by Jaxon Kolhoff
So it was
We played in the street
Beer to drink,
Cigarettes to eat.
White knuckles grasping at a star.
Books our closest friends.
We found home at the local basement bar.
Small wings wrapped in a denim jacket
We burnt the past due notice
Left the apartment in a loud racket.
Under your scarf, a homemade tattoo.
Something just for God to see.
A quiet rebellion, a silent virtue.
I poured more light beer from a pitcher
Let’s leave for the country.
Lie next to a fire,
Or even curl in a small ditch.
Get Back to paradise
& Away from all this.
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Jaxon Kolhoff is an emerging gender fluid poet whose work has been published in Chill.Mag, Runner Mag, The Dionyssian Library, and Precious Notes. Their writing has gained notable attention online for its honesty, vulnerability, and unflinching look at class and identity.