BLACK HOODIE, WOLFBOY, HEARTACHE by LOGAN FEBRUARY

It was the month of
photoshoots and
diagnoses:

your skull is shaped
like schizophrenia
and you need to rest.

He took your hand
and told you soy milk tastes
like indie music.

You crept into his jersey
after
midnight,

kissed his beard,
said: “he makes me remember
Valentino.”

He loved you in a
hallucinogenic,
fucked you, aroused you.

You roused when the sun
laughed at you, then died
at midmorning.

Logan February is a teenage poet from Nigeria. Bisexual and bipolar type 2, he enjoys pizza and booze and poetry. You can find him on Instagram & Twitter @loganfebruary.

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Vagabond City Literary Journal

Founded in 2013, we are a literary journal dedicated to publishing outsider literature. We publish art, poetry, and creative nonfiction from marginalized creators.

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