thegreatgradsby:

I can’t turn matter
gold with a touch,
wished to be Midas
with his “curse”

my hair was
white trash
as a child
in that gunshot
circumscribed
apartment

I’ll fashion my
alabaster litter
looking hair
again, in some
sterile attempt
at turning myself

into gold, the same
as when I sat in that
cigarette butt parking lot
with gold dandruff
sprinkling from that
fashion mullet