even though
we share the same kind
of animal
cells our hearts
scream differently
behind our
ribs yours
has a spanish
accent i
think &
tonight we will
go to the milk
district & i’ll give
you as many
cigarettes as you
want just ask &
we will talk pretty
words about things
we will do oh we
will do them we
will &
i know that your
mind
sometimes fucks
you
over &
it makes me
sad
that i can’t save
you from our
father’s terrifying &
twitching
pragmatism but the
words i write for
you i write for
me so don’t
be afraid of
riding a motor-
cycle across the
black hills of
argentina or
smiling beautifully
with a stem of
mate in your
teeth the
world sometimes
bites &
maybe draws
blood i’m
sorry i wish
it
didn’t but
we share the
same
kind so if
you want to
cry on a beach
somewhere i
have enough
for both of
us.
About Tyler Ziebarth
Tyler is a second-year MACP student who loves film, walking on treadmills, & talking about Kurt Vonnegut. Sometimes, he wishes he could speak French.
