on a cold cross // holy coin toss
the distant scent of / a hair bleach / bottle left // unscrewed
… the sunlight / and your 7:00 AM /
naked / yawning coffee / stretching like / a sleepy kitten / routine …
Maybe I go home / With you // And maybe we get high / And we watch Sharknado 3: Oh Hell No!
But, you know? // I was fed.
“I kissed you to show that / I’m sparing you”
your fingers are / catching orgasms in braille
somehow i am alive / enough to make amends with / the men who avenged us
his Texan brother is a happa like him