grooowwwing

stretch marks

like a lazy river

across your smile

while inside your mouth

there is darkness

always

*

but

you feel that

no one feels that

like you feel

until you find a little book

with all your words

full and bleeding

wet

yet still burning with fire

*

i am the grand son

of a grand man

who was once a son

wondering if he would have children

and if they’d be as grand as

he is

*

i am a fire

wild and consuming

but on my birthday

day by day

i blow myself out

*

give me fame

for it cannot be spelt

without me