Recently I always think about
the reason
I write for.
It’s not that
I am published
Or anything.
My words have literally
never gone through
the process of printing.
Although
most of the underground
magazines are crowded with
substantial amount of contents,
i have never seen how it
looks to get your verses
inside those geometrical pages.
There’s a boy around fifteen,
he always
keeps himself
with me.
And he always asks the same question,
why do I have the constant urge to face myself
being completely naked
with thoughts?
A perpetual question,
and I don’t want to be brave enough to answer it.

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Photograph: Megan Kennedy.