The following work is a found poem made from text messages from my best friend. Each line is a different text. Punctuation is altered. Learn more about found poetry here: https://poets.org/glossary/found-poem
I feel like you already know this,
but I like the shape,
like the green finish,
in the mirror.
Don’t laugh.
I was 12.
I went to bed at 6.
Pre-bangs,
the stakes were so high.
No one in Ohio has cool shit.
When copper turns green,
they’re just gone forever.
They didn’t want to walk around.
They saw what they needed to see.
The space sounding stuff in the background is
my worlds colliding.
Is that her singing?
and not listening or saying anything?
I literally cut my hair this summer to look like her
I’m really liking the pink and purple.
Pull up late so everyone has to stare at you
Come after
dancing in the moonlight
And I shall run to you.
Necromancer Walking 