the merit of knowing tea: gunpowder variety unfurls puptent green. sleeping bags zipped together
all summer our mouths wore the parfûm of shattered blossoms. see: you like butter your chin says
between scott’s asshole and his mouth I could not say which I preferred: perfect similes
attention to cleanliness ran so deep. I imagined a gleeming highway through the donner pass of him
scott at arm’s length: I hold him at mirror distance. his pelt is familiar is my own skin
my fingers undo him. I wonder what I’ll look like inside his flesh. tight as latex as thin
not just that you and I got starry-eyed—an epidemic of romances was sweeping around us. a falling
