August 5, 2014, 6:07 pm
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wrote this sunday afternoon. it was raining, i’d just eaten way too much pasta, and realized i’d been doing  a lot more reading than writing lately. so here’s a lil’ first draft..  i’m going to tuck it away for a few weeks and then tear into it.


He prays for me
kneels down on wet
concrete. It’s loud

but he weeps for me,
dips his amateur blues
into rough hands
that guide his cock home,

and he just stays-

prays like that, with all
this lustrous faith, always
all the stars stacked
in his damp corner

I send him a photo
of my smile, try
not to let the crumbs
show because

he’s hungry.

He anticipates me
says it just like that,
like a man who knows
how not to anticipate

I claim his words under
the comforter, saturated
with no one,

leaking another
poem into his letters.


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