and you were still searching
for a working pay phone
to anonymously call your mother from
and curse her out for naming you beautiful
but not giving you the right backbone to walk straight enough
blaming your curved spine for always leading you
in the wrong directions

in cycles, even

that's why you won't be able to stop yourself
from dialing his number
instead of calling your mother
& you'll hope (not pray) that the static on the fked up pay phone you found
will drown out your breathing
cause
this magical wordsmith type nigga might recognize it
& put it in his next poem
entitled "leave me alone"

this piece reads well. i think that's true with most of your work. one thing flows into the next, then the next, then the next. i also liked that you used 2nd person.

soul.