By Julian Payne
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From Broken Social Scene’s “Stars and Sons”
Night skies and prophets watch me sleep
with my eyes open
I put my feet on and
hit the floor
when I stand solid and
still, that loincloth looks me up down
though we show
the same skin
My jaw aches. My heart
pitter patters, hits faster.
Think about "an open letter to
the son of god."
I didn't know what
I meant when I wrote it
About the Author
Julian Payne is a young man attempting to reach an acceptable word count for his biography for the Illinois Central review. He also wrote a poem. He may write more.