Prom King by Bob
“you are not imperfect”
initially read to my eyes your forearm tattoo,
as you leaned into the M train’s window,
to get a better look at the extra-billowy mystery smoke filling up the horizon.
“you are not important,” though, upon closer inspection.
You are not
OUTEARN YO
Important
PROM TITAN
You are not
YOUR OATEN
Imperfect
FEET CRIMP
