your honor, i did it for the vine

by nat raum

i did it for the giant / bonus card i did it for all those chickens i did it / because i was told by applecare that i could walk in the store and get the / part i did it for the hi welcome to chili’s guy / who died at twenty-four / i did it for the giraffe in my house / for my crocs / for the two bros chillin / in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not / gay / i did it because you almost made me drop / my croissants because i’ve never been to oovoo javer / because i don’t get why you’re in a big time rush / wouldn’t you do it for jared / age nineteen who never learned how to fuckin read / for a buttcheek / on a stick for when life gives you / lemons for jones barbecue and foot / massage because iridocyclitis / because it’s raven’s birthday and she can’t / swim because i’m just chillin / in cedar rapids because i’m still a piece of garbage

nat raum (b. 1996) is a disabled artist, writer, and genderless disaster from Baltimore, MD. They’re the editor-in-chief of fifth wheel press, as well as the author of you stupid slut, the abyss is staring back, random access memory, and several chapbooks. Find them online: natraum.com/links.