FROM, ELIAS

       gay culture is pretending
to be ok coming home alone
stoned with cane’s and a six pack
of razor blades. playing house with a hookup,
lighting flower(s) to a mantra of
			he loves me

			he loves me

			he loves me
not understanding we’re too close
for the chasms of our lips to touch. gemini boy,
i’d fall for him twice: imagining
the curve of his spine 
              and watching it twist, tangle
                             when he looks back
                                       &  waves