originally appears in ouch! collective
Before he was bones,
he peeled oranges
against the blare of baseball
on the living room tv.
We will never truly know
his recipe for deviled eggs
or protecting the bruises
given by grandma’s unkind tongue
letting him know
nothing was ever good enough.
James Roach (they/he) is a queer, trans, sober poet most creative between the hours of up-too-late and is it even worth going to bed? He currently lives in St. Louis.
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