TWO POEMS by KEIR TODARO
August 26 2025On Hurt
Hands on
Jesus Belt
Stash a hard feeling
Childish lovesong, lost in a pile of razor wire
Songish lovechild, drift across the street in your way
Burden,
you have no case to make
I fuck with your everything
Made my phone vibrate hella
I changed the setting it sounds like the inside of a cockpit
in a nose-diving plane now
and I can’t ignore it in my sleep any more
And it’s blue light for miles in every
direction so I guess I can’t discern
what does not belong to you
These bitches straight parrot your advice
I heard “Operate it at a loss for the first
six months” When did you get so weird
why do you do that with Laneige
Meeting hundreds of your friends,
realizing, Like, there’s a real
shadow on you girl
Keir Todaro is a writer who also makes clothes for Boys.