Four Poems

Real Bear

My boss dies in the garden at our work. The new boss slips out of his body.
The wedding bearer is a real bear. I am too tired to brush my teeth.



Fear Street

This is written on the day of love. There is a terrible misfortune in the sun. I can not leave my room or head. She lives in a house all alone. This farm I stay at is growing colder. I am the star of the school, and I am very nervous for the next year. I will have so many pencils. I smell my own farts. Dogs are being walked on my street at night, barking into my dreams. I am safe, which makes everything scary. I can’t write about my girlfriend because you don’t know her.



Laramie 2

I am so sick and cold today.

I hide my own hand in the back of my throat.

The window is falling.

The cold is faster and my hands are frozen dust called rock

The log cabin we stay in with

the baby boy doing handstands.

I want to fall asleep

in the jacuzzi of our chest.



Blue Babay

Running up the stairs⠀⠀⠀⠀creates power

To power the house

I am

Watching you run up the stairs

To power the stairs on your

Arms that run up your body.

I am on your level. Your room is small and blue

We crawl In

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Through your wrist

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀You have posters of dinosaurs on your wall

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The blue is cracking more blue underneath.

In your room

You are running

there is a staircase in your room

That leads to Heaven

I go up with you. We walk around for hours. It smells stale, and is getting tired.

We sleep on your bed, in your room.

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Nicholas Wilder Forman is from Los Angeles.