“
The blond
boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because
he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you
know this, and you are ready to die in this swimming pool
because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means
your life is over anyway. You’re in eighth grade. You
know these things. You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you
know how to do long division, and you know that a boy who likes
boys is a dead boy, unlessāhe keeps his mouth shut, which is
what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it
doesn't matter anymore.
‘Crush’ |
Richard Siken