She calls me ‘boo’
it’s unexpected and abrupt
a term of endearment
or a cleverly disguised insult
emasculating in its banality
I look in the mirror
and don’t look anything
like a ‘boo’.
She calls me ‘boo’
haunts a shadow city
She calls me ‘boo’
it’s unexpected and abrupt
a term of endearment
or a cleverly disguised insult
emasculating in its banality
I look in the mirror
and don’t look anything
like a ‘boo’.
A heathen poet 