that's right in a couple of days
I'll be no more excuses 26
no petty excuses of not knowing what I want to do
or relying on social/emotional acceptance to keep me burning
get your shit together
get used to people judging you
you tell the cutest soldier alive
the straight the vulnerable the looking
he catches you checking him out
and you are embarrased
he caught you
and he smiles like a punk
he says admiring things about you sporadically throughout the night
and by the end of the night
he is laying on your lap
smoking a cigarette
at a place where you consume your soul food
doug
gosh I'm so happy
