meets the Willytown cowboy,
the two battle it out
over a girl at Sophie’s on the LES.
Their Carhartt beanies go flying,
a ZYN pack is used as a weapon,
neither are wearing socks
so their delicate ankles get bit.
I watch from my lies,
and jot down notes in my phone,
spinning this like it is a movie
made just for me.
The absurdity of identity,
The absurdity of identity,
the haunting past,
the writing future,
why can't I be fact?