Poetry

I briefly had a crush on the doctor who administered my vaccine. It was the elixir of biceps and hope.

Never forget the terrible speed of birds skirting on top of green water. The earth’s rotation unseen through sunglasses.

Pink sweaters sometimes bring strange weather here. Normativity is a macho badge, I am a growing symbol of myself.

Behind me like a waterfall, parting: for one moment, I glimpsed you beneath the lies and the masks and the violence.

In harmony, in love
Though all things end
Even if it’s lightning in a bottle

it’s all garbage anyways that will just end up twirling around inside the Texas sized trash ball.

I watch the door, I watch the window. And flinch at every noise. Dream every nightmare.

Pandemic poverty more floods and fires and here and there a Machiavelli who can smile and smile and be a villain.