no horizon points to a place beyond
the perfect shape of your ass
may not be my coming out,
your instincts and your brain
your little nikes
un besito robao

pray that we get
almost three hours                  uninterrupted
bringing me into
all else. And I can’t wait
watching a big freighter on the horizon
two days ago
from the kitchen table

unreal                             impossible
you are surely my coming home

PS: Fuck you!          

             goodbye