Anne Aviary

Joan Of Arc

Human boy voice.

Lying still again.

Carves like water.



Carves like water.

All attention

span stamina.



Tragically average.

So seventh grade.

So second rate.



My father was

a salesman.

I'm gonna be a sailor.



Passive smarcasm.

A fake i.d.

Jaded sullenness.

And always that

dull headache.