Tie Some Thread To The Frozen Fly's Leg
and walk him
when he wakes.
Source a toy, baby boy
pocket garden grenades.
All big now you tell me
all there is to masculinity.
I ask you ‘Baby,
what made dog
Boy a man?’
I Couldn’t Say It To Your Face
All day I walk around the city with an unfounded sense of confidence. I feel good, the way sometimes you just do, and somehow I avoid reflections and thinking about love, or the loss of it, or my…
Salim’s nails sparkle, but they are mostly black.
Chipping a rock with his sharp metal stick,
he wipes his drippy nose with the back of his hands,
his matted hair is caked in Mica dust.
While the barren Jharkhand hills…
Anchor of yearning,
Cleat me to the seabed
Where boneless algae stands upright.
If the breakers grow fat on kelp,
Then let me sleep among the drowned.
Keel of tenacity,
Propel me through this saw-like cove
It was just curry at the end of the day.
Big oozing dollops of it served up on chips,
Eyes streaming from vinegar sting.
That stubborn stench that sticks to your hands
Makes you wonder how you could ever love it.
But you do, you…
ritheann gabhar as an bhfraoch dóite
i dtreo droichid, thar sruthán salach
is ionadh go rabhamar
in ann teacht thar na sléibhte
thréigeamar an saibhreas
is ritheamar i dtreo an donais
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