i need you like
i need a hole in my head
and i really really really need a hole
in my head
and i really really really need a hole
in my head
I’m twenty-five!
When I
was twenty-three my brother
died. When I was twenty-two
he was alive.
was twenty-three my brother
died. When I was twenty-two
he was alive.
Gillian Lee is a
librarian-poet-filmmaker based in NYC. Their poems have appeared in *Q
Anthology of Queer Culture, The Coachella Review, and Datableed Zine, among
others.
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