guitar boy

A boy enters his house
carrying a textbook heavy backpack
on his left shoulder

He drops it there, on the floor
and then unzipping his blue sweatshirt
he flings it up the stairs showing off his teen arms

His sneakers spring from his feet
Having them land on the floor with the
Rest of the unseen ground.

He leaped to his guitar
flung to his unmade bed
He straighten himself to stroke the red
interments

As he tries to copy the Rolling Stones
He closes his eyes
This happens most of the time
But soon he naps until food is called

Yet today, he felt the need to lip sing
re working his fingers on the metal string
He then finally strums like a pro
He didn’t see his skin turning red

His bangs grew out sliver
And his neck went wooden
and his ears wheeled sliver
looking pressed and stretching out

He didn’t know that he body was going
to lay out on the bed like a
red

glittered


guitar