by Travis Shosa
hey little man / lady / creature of unknown origin / thank you for finding me / in the
recesses of / your local secondhand bookstore / please do not turn / to another page
because / this book is not for kids / this poem is for kids / i have cut the poem up / with
so many slashes / into tasty apple slices / if you dip the words in peanut butter / they
might be more savory / please do not raise / your voice / or else father will hear / please
smack your lips quietly / or else he might smack you / please do not fuck / with daddy’s
plants / he needs those to pay rent / please just watch the goonies / on the lcds in your
eyelids / remember when corey feldman / seemed okay? / it was before your time /
little one / when i was little / i loved shel silverstein / where the sidewalk ends / but i do
not love / how this all began / kids deserve poems too / just not the other ones / this
one’s for you, shel / this one’s for the kids
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Travis Shosa is a writer from Spring, TX. Their poetry is featured or forthcoming in Maudlin House, BRUISER, fifth wheel press, Blood + Honey, Genrepunk Magazine, The Gorko Gazette, Eulogy Press, Citywide Lunch, and Waffle Fried.
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