ode: men.

you represent all men because I have been disappointed so many times










I hate the sourness of the sun now. the look of your chubby hand out for me made my tongue and throat cover in barnacle. I am choking on bitter country. I hate that trust like open clean lung is the signal for fucking. I hate myself for not granting honesty to sweep us into a place we can stand together I am embarrassed—the hardening like city and there is not enough room. . there is no space for telling you that I hate you, without it being a lesson. if you wanted to you could
spoil me.

I wanted it to be supernatural that man and woman can denude their gender like heavy cloth and see themselves in one another like water. nothing on the seafoam specked hardwood except a gentle heap of circumstance (I like the way male body swings and can press out worry into one flat road).