Relapse/Or, A Dream I Have In Waking Life
we stretch, our brains collapse
xxxxxxx under rip tides, a man in chest harness
wanders up to me with an offering.
Take these chemicals they
xxxxxxx smell so sweet, coded in a brilliant
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx lie like being 16 again, railing lines
xxxxxxx in my father’s living room.
I wanted him to want me like summer
xxxxxxx washed up - cherry grove style,
faggot daylighting as a gentrifier.
Doesn’t he miss the hills of California,
xxxxxxx he dreams then, of a way back when,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx to his chagrin, a bloated feeling,
xxxxxxx my phone’s dead, how will I ever. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Cocaine falls from a key in the
xxxxxxx bathroom at Happy Fun Hideaway;
On a beach. My scalding desire for
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx winter in my heart. This tech is killing
xxxxxxx us, all this PrEP and the everyday, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx down Massachusetts avenue down,
xxxxxxx into Cambridge, so far from the West
coast where poppies bloom in Winter.
no, so sad my heart slept in naked
xxxxxxx knowing that maybe one day death,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and God willing, her only dark and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx disheveled secret to be rescued
xxxxxxx would drown us all so slowly in its wake.