Pull-back
Have you felt the awful feeling?
That blunt undoing of realfake skin
Collapse of fragile self in public sun
Cruel ruining of still-new day
There is no place here
safe to switch to other
and unchanged wind no longer reaches second skin
- inside self
- unseeable boy are you
still alive tomorrow?
Have you met the ugly pang of slow refusal?
and how not easy did you get away?
What mean persistence
strict and bullying blue
Have you been strung up bad embarrassed?
Roast naked and sad on the silver spit
Have you felt the awful feeling?
in the red tile room
where everybody knows
And show me your powers again
We kissed under the street light on the hottest day of the summer
He spoke about his supernatural powers, his words a bright yellow
I remember spending time with god, at around 11pm
Past my bedtime
All the noise of his T-shirt
Drunk and beautiful in the kitchen
Embarrassing—
To have your lips there for everyone to see
I remember the tractor beam, my tunnel vision paling in comparison
Flaunting my appetite for self-sacrifice
Begged him in the bright light, plunged in all manner of yellows
Body left limp on the linoleum
Powers found at the end of the city, covered in morning
Heart outside the chest ever since
More so moved from sleeve to hand
From hand to hand to pocket
Supernatural boy
Please come back in the silence of april for our first breath together