trani

ode to my train wreck-

I love her, even though my great uncle

burned books & witches

and hung himself in the closet

with a thin cord

that resembled a phone charging cable.

he didn't approve

of sexual perversions,

and he killed three spiders

while chanting

weird things into a microphone

during a clan rally in south carolina.

the spiders there

need to be killed

because their venom can destroy

white skin

and turn it gross brown

and burnt looking.

at least, that's what my uncle

used to say.

I never got bit, and I didn't spend

my whole life afraid

of things that could hurt me.

instead, I looked for

the weirdest people to learn from,

and that's how I fell for

my darling trani.