Fast Living

In the womb where my bother
and sister once lay


In the womb where my life began and
thrown from the cradle to the grave



In the bed, where almost nothing happens
because I can't help but be a little queer



In the school where the kids play and say
that others around them make it all seem strange



Knees knocking on seats because the height
makes the being scrunch and crunch
   

Making myself laugh at night because I come
off to myself as weird and soothing when the water breaks



In the hospital, where I now lay



Family gone and past and thinking of
all my life mistakes



In the coffin where I lay



Not breathing or wheezing


Just a stray hair away


From dust to kingdom come