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CONNOR
(02/09/2025)


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I asked you to think about things
That made you feel lonely and lost
And hurt and afraid in just the way
That made you feel in your element

You talked to me in depth about it
As much as you could, wordlessly,
And without a sound, you told me
All about being thrown in front of a train
Laying and extending an arm with a silent scream
Staring down the barrel of a camera lens
While you were torn in half at the waist
Staring ahead, dead eyes open
Splattered and shredded across the tracks
And the release of everything inside you

Or mugged and held at gunpoint,
Or knifepoint, or with chloroform over your face,
In an unexpected yet always inevitable turn of events,
As adolescent male rough-edged innocence tends to find itself
Blackmailed, dragged into a cramped space, pushed down,
And palmed and felt and groped to tears of both kinds
Finding out just where he sits in the food chain

It was always about death, la petite mort,
Since before you can remember,
It was always about grief and accidents
Trapped by circumstances,
Caught in a car collision and dying on impact,
Or suffering and dying slowly on an operating table,
Overdosing on intravenous heroin,
Terrorized to death and butchered like meat,
As prey tends to be

So what happens when a young animal
Is left alone to protect his younger, weaker sibling,
When he comes up against the things
He can't quite articulate at his own age?
Does he scream for the rest of his life?
Does he bury himself in my arms and cry?
Does he almost throw up while asking me why?
I asked you when this started,
You said you can't remember,
How can I convince you
That this wasn't supposed to happen?

Teenage boys all think they're indestructible