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I remember
all day Monday in your arms
the way you looked at me
and let me look back at you

I think
it’s sublime and romantic
when a complete stranger
can level me with their eyes

I know
our time together was fleeting
but burning desire is not an
easy emotion for me to manage

I can’t
keep shaming myself for
reacting out of character
in an improper incident

I would
rewind and go back
if I had the power to, and
if you wanted to see me again

let’s go downtown today
we can spend it at the bathhouse
then eat oysters and smoke cigarettes
I’ll even get a matching tattoo with you

let’s go uptown tomorrow
we can have pesto with your family
then take the express train back to Brooklyn
I’ll even let you lovebomb until we fall asleep

let’s breakup the day after tomorrow
we can cowardly pretend we never met
then date people we don’t really care about
I’ll even wonder what could have been, sometimes

emotionally apathetic all within reason
we all leap sometimes for love
what if the person doesn’t see it
that it’s yourself you can’t trust

would rather fuck myself tonight
than spend another moment on you
we would have never made it alright
you’re not a true stan of brand new

like my home, i’m locking up by 3’s
i’m honoring myself and my desires
so no more taking advantage of me
and no more talking to fucking liars

Sure we’re fast moving
and it’s beautiful to watch
But I wonder what you’re thinking
when you look at me like that

Are you enamored?
Having second thoughts?
Do I remind you of her?
Are you having the best time
ever, like me?

Is the melancholy slipping in yet?
The moodiness that washes over you
when we have to say goodbye
Oh is that just me

Strum your guitar
and look at me
while you do it

Then turn the record
I want to hear you sing

Walk away for just a moment
I try to be level, steady
My heart can wait,
wide open and ready,
for your return

The same but different
Romantic, yet rough
You’re curious like me
Soft even when you’re
nervous, cheeks flushed

There’s a lump in my throat
and a curve to my lips
when you reach across
the moment we see each other

The glow envelopes me
The crisp air
and I feel at home

I’m beautiful in your dreams
we are powerful together and
you like the way my pragmatism
eclipses your chimeric fantasies

You love me in your dreams
I bring out the best in you
and I carry your worries mightily,
supporting the artistry that separates us

You want a future with me in your dreams
we buy a sprawling manor in Capitol Hill
you tile bathrooms and I make phone calls
we laugh all day and make love on each floor

Now you can’t have me
even in your dreams

Too good to be true
I’m enamored
and at the same time
completely annoyed by you

Like me, you’re addicted to change
Whether it’s your hair or skin,
Do you alter your appearance
instead of letting people in?

Your zodiac is dignified
Two sides to your heart,
both equally captivating
one forward, the other is not

I can’t help to feel that what
we have might be a mirage.

I’m not a vintage electronic
you can’t spray paint me
in the colors that suit you
Like you’ve done with everything else

The pressure of what this could be
might suffocate the both of us
before we have the chance to find out

Too much siracha on my eggs
It burns my lips when
I drink my coffee

I’m in bliss.
It’s an overcast Saturday
A gooey blue hue leaks
Into my apartment
Through the bay windows

I am the most powerful now
Than I’ve ever been

Before noon is my favorite
Time of the day
It’s when I sweat out
My demons
And fantasize about
My angels

I’m angelic too
My skin is dewy from
Morrocan marula oil
My hair is in a bun, messy
But not in the cute way
I look into my 4×9′ mirror
I am cute enough
I like myself best here
All by myself

You wait for me on the corner
of 11th and Avenue B

What does the night have in store for us?

My eyes are heavy, lips wet
I hang on every word that
slides from the tip of your tongue
and into my mouth

Are you a good kisser
or am I just lonely again?

I feel untroubled, though not at ease
Vindicated, but on alert until further notice
The mischief with you is worth
the stickiness of Sunday morning’s lie

I’ll text you

Sweet, the flavor
of licking whipped cream
from the tip of your cock

Sweet, the stranger
whom I wish I’d never met
but is the ideation of what I want

It’s untenable, the mourning of
of what could have been
I can’t stand knowing you’re
out there, but not mine

Sweet, the familiarity
I don’t know me without
a thirst I can’t quench