8/5

mood lighting

in the box i always glowed bisexual.
the video game screen had on a single pixel
& i held the remote like a grocery store.
riding my bike on the ceiling. skinned knees as pillows. 
he took out his teeth on by one & said, 
"she loves me, she loves me not." we ate 
nothing but light bulbs for days & i told myself 
soon he will love me so completely i'll forget my gender. 
this is what coat hangers are for: for folding a memory 
like a pair of wings. in his dorm room we talked
as if neither of us had faces. rows of lights 
traced the seams of the room like viking ships. 

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