the true love of my life was perfect
dystopia –- lethargy in the gray automobile
we called home.
we laughed at bureaucracy, &
requests for anal sex at the revenue authority.
we made ‘em believe
dhalgren. how awkward
are the feet of praying men?
the sexiest kiss in independent film,
banal nights counting liver spots.
the tower of water and sharks that is your body.
skin was purple
from continuous contact with industrial-
grade sex toys. the baby in the crib
sucked at a girlfriend’s diaphragm.
oh riding down to Bagamoyo,
remember men in burqas?
i have made my peace with god’s
we put men in dresses,
made cocktails of each other.