I had a man crush on you before I was a man, a high school senior

stuck in between popping pimples and failing math, because even

though you just moved to a new school, still dripping in Minnesota

loveliness, turquoise eyes sharper than the depths of every Great

Lake combined

In the 90’s

I’m asking how not to be

an apparition

these missives avoided like parents leaving

divorce papers unsigned on the empty side of the bed

Bo knows,

but I don’t really

because right now

he fashions

arrowheads

That season in New York I watched two lovers

nightly on TV, like friends-

I remember you at thirteen,

smoke-singed, scrawny

as a witch, an embryo

mortared in your gut.

The feet,

though they disturb some of the local residents,

are immaculately manicured.

A giant skeleton rose from the concrete in the middle of the street. Cars pulled over. People started openly weeping.

you either get wrinkly or you get fat

and everybody in the Lucas family has a belly

hot food and song undo this sadness

Some figures (2, 3, & 6) have been redacted from this catalog due to copyright constraints. The gallery apologizes in advance for the inconvenience.

I loved the way she captured light in glass, and so I asked, Could we paint together?    

In case the car starts on fire while he’s hang gliding, Everardpins a note to his love’s chest 

The lady on the bus has eyes all over this city,

big and blue and leaking.