Anne Aviar

Human boy voice.
Lying still again.
Carves like water. 

Carves like water.
All attention
span stamina. 

Tragically average.
So seventh grade.
So second rate. 

My father was
a salesman.
I'm gonna be a sailor. 

Passive smarcasm.
A fake i.d.
Jaded sullenness.
And always that
dull headache.