can i be your headless, shitty man?
i’ve never watched sleepy hollow
in any iteration
so i guess i’ve never had
the right idea about it.
because it seems like just some
asshole throwing pumpkins
or his own fucking head
at the townspeople around.
but there’s no spectacle in that:
i’d do the same thing
if i knew how
to ride a horse.
kiddos
for haley joel osment
sometimes i feel
like macaulay culkin
or kelly kapowski
sitting on the pool edge
dangling toes into
lukewarm chlorine
wondering when
molting season begins.
more important than laughing
our friend matt
committed suicide.
he worked at the bar
where we all used to go
and i’d ask for a beer
and he’d give it to me
and i would tip him
and he would nod.
and he hung himself last night.
my friend grant
committed suicide.
i’d watch his band play
and i’d applaud
and i’d buy him a beer
and he’d ask how i was
and i’d say i was fine
and he’d say he was fine.
and he flung himself off a parking garage last september.
what does it mean
to be loved and cared for
and known and made important?
i’m asking you
as i sit on the stoop
of my town home
again
blurry-eyed
&
aching:
do you love?
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c.t. mcgaha is a writer from charlotte, nc. he is the founder and co-editor of Vanilla Sex Magazine. His work has appeared in Juked, Potluck Mag, 90s Meg Ryan, and some others. he watches curb your enthusiasm a lot and listens to silver jews a lot, too. he's not on twitter a bunch, but you can follow him: @ctmcgaha.