grindr

here we can be ghosts

oh finally oh finally

names are for the living 
so slow yours like a key chain
like a door knob 

let's find each other through
fragments of our bodies 

you cut off your head
& hand it from the ceiling

your mouth full of stained glass

you say you want to 
see me & alone in my
dorm room i take pictures
of myself that will
only ever be meant for you 

i become aware of 
the hair on my legs bowing
backwards like a field
of tall grass

are you laying there
in the reeds?

cock erect from
an imagined version of me

a clone who comes
back to my skin 
when the night is over

i do not ask where he
has been but take him
back into my body 

the slip that meshes
the coils of a clay pot
into one 

how far would you
drive tonight to see
the way the moon could
light us?

how many iterations
of skin have you released 
into the black waters
of your iPhone camera?

oh prism boy 

what will you remember
about my skin?

will you leave flowers
at the tombstone tattoo
on my forearm?

if i can't know
your name at least let 
me call you a letter

you can call me 
'A' for "astronomy"
or "almost"

i could call you 'B'
for "bayonet"
or "balcony" or
"body"