after pride // we take the c back uptown // both a little drunk // looking like lisa frank came on our tits // sick of the subway // we decide to get out // & walk home by the park to see sunset // someone clutching a sparkly handbag passes // disgusting they hiss // & we all keep walking
late // for service hours at the animal shelter // she parallel parks behind me // we’re pissed at each other // for a reason i forget // & i dread getting out of the car// but i do // & give her an unfeeling kiss on the cheek // fuck you motherfucking bitchass dykes // & the blaring of a horn // peal by // red white & blue truck nuts swinging // carefree
we’re making out // on the stairs in front of our building // & my shirt is gone // & then hers // & then our neighbor opens his window // hey // would it be weird // if i asked to join?
the crowd’s here for $2 margarita night // we got a seat at the bar earlier // thank god // cause i probably couldn’t stand otherwise // this loud woman in a hot leather jacket // keeps rubbing my back // & complaining her wine tastes like rubber bands // would you be interested // in coming to a party with us she says // us meaning her + face-tatted friend // i think about it & say no thanks // her mouth is purple // another time she says & hugs me // then bites my neck
ate a bad sandwich // ready to explode // pull over // waddle into burger king as casually as i can // without shitting my pants &/or vomiting // i ignore the kids peddling meats behind the register // & plow through the bathroom door // a woman with bobbed hair // streaking on coral blush at the sink // looks surprised // um // this is the ladies' room // she tells me // as i purge egg salad
light in the windows // flashing blue orange yellow green // i’m outside the club finding a taxi // guy asks me to sit in front // since he’s got his jacket back there // & i’m like sure whatever // got a cosmo in my hand // which i chug & throw out the cab // the glass breaks on a statue // & he tells me i’m beautiful // i tell him to fuck right off // he laughs & grabs my thigh & calls me feisty // then stops his car // in an alley near my place // turns off the meter & the engine // what are you going to do now? he says // reclining his seat // locking the door
well // my grandmother says from her ice tea // do you have a boyfriend? // i glance up from my crossword // & inadvertently make eye contact// with book jacket bill o’reilly // nah i say // maybe next year? she says // maybe
in some hipstery new sports bar // drinking some fancy local beer // i have to pee // their bathroom is huge & bright // like a hotel’s // to the point where // i’m craving those mini lotions & white towels // & as i lock the stall door // thi woman knocks // rings clacking // excuse me // are you //a lesbian?
slightly stoned // creeping around her apartment // to avoid her roommate // who writes love actually fan fiction // & always tries to bond // about “writer things” // but of course // there she is in the kitchen // drinking the very cider i crept to attain // & i spin in retreat // but she catches me // & says you know we haven't talked that much // i wanted to ask how you write // gay stuff //cause i’m working on this character & it’s like // hard
discussing romantic woes // over a joint with a friend // she’s sitting on a flipped drawer // i’m balanced on a three & a half-legge lawnchair // dude she says // wouldn’t it be easier // to just start dating men again? // i roll my eyes & take a hit // i mean you would cheat on them obviously she says // i blow smoke onto a mosquito // & it's not like you haven't done that already
it’s fucking windy // & i’m waiting for the bus outside target // a man runs toward me // slaps a pamphlet in my palm // DELIVERANCE // it says in red letters // i shove it in my pocket // burning