![You’re torn between desire and enjoyment, which are not the same thing
I can barely remember that room but I think I used to sleep on the bottom bunk.
1.
2. If I could understand, then I could love you.
3. [Read 8:09 PM]
As a child I had two pieces of gum stuck under my desk; one for shame and one for language. It’s no
wonder I’m a poet.
I’m deeply embedded in honey and poison.
I’m I’m
masquerading as the man of your dreams / dress me up like the answer to your prayers
I’m I’m
draw me like you want to be darling / kiss me like you want to be torn
I’m I’m
But don’t cry for me, I said. Cry for you.
im still figuring out how to be a person figuring out how to be a monster
just a shadow just a loud song screaming
take that tongue and use it!
im a machine powered on impulse
an engine full of pop-rocks
I’m playing Legend of Zelda on my 3DS in the girls’ bathroom and I’m the graffiti on the door STATING
1. less violence
2. more shrines to megamind
3. i didn’t have a marker, i carved this with my keratin](https://delicatefriendlit916157715.files.wordpress.com/2022/02/screen-shot-2022-02-19-at-6.15.35-pm.png?w=950)

Percy Amichai Hill (He/him)
Percy Amichai Hill is a still-yet-emerging poet (still escaping his cocoon, not yet a fully-fledged butterfly). You can find more of his work on Twitter @olicketysplit (forthcoming) and at lianlianmin.wordpress.com. You can also find him on Twitter @lianlianmin.