wrestling with words–wrestling with men
dreams like shards of streaking sun
songstress almost like a whisper

dark shadows follow me for days
dealing dealt
wayward things
high gravity things
complicated things
blowing in a contrary wind

a low growl disturbs. Is that me?
dream fiercely in snapshots
a Polaroid frame
your foot–thigh–cock
our legs tangled

calm and intense am I
things I don’t understand, but don’t mind if I don’t
we were criminals’