YOUR NAME MEANS NOTHING IN MY LANGUAGE
We spent our 20’s throwing away relationships that would’ve been good enough for our
grandparents and we never had kids because there was always a plan b then we woke up 30 and
realized we somehow still had time to start over somehow still had songs to cry over uber home and
play the tracks too sad to put on the jukebox they’d expose you they’d bring her scent back jesus
man you can’t do that in public people will notice young once old forever young once old forever
young once old forever these god damn tattooed artists that bartend sure are guarded dark hair dark
hearts all around us FYI using neon in poems usually means dive bars loud eyes blues and greens
they can’t be impressed by average men they can’t stand next to anything less than 5 foot 10
penniless but able to skate or based in the scene that created them young once old forever young
once old forever young once old forever I couldn’t keep the few things I had that could’ve
lasted and now I lack the tools to play it cool I don’t know but I fear that I put in more than I took
from the cloud that hangs over all of them lately I’ve been craving the safety of a hugged mother
weary from decades wasted chasing the freedom of a teenage summer like waking up in a foreign
hospital, there aren’t many times in life where you can be something that somebody has never seen
before. In Korea everybody’s birthday is new year’s day. Doesn’t seem fair to me
Tony Godino is an American born fiction writer of primarily Calabrian descent. He has published short fiction in Isele Magazine and poetry in several publications. For most of Tony Godino’s adult life he was a roadie, touring the world. In 2019, he left this career to pursue a degree in Creative Writing at California State University in Long Beach. Starting over in his thirties probably should be terrifying, but it was a lot scarier to live his life ignoring his dream. He can be found on Instagram here: @TonyGodinoDied
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