Good Boys

If you sit here long enough all your crushes, your flirts, your longings will come back to you. Boomerang or palindrome you ask the crewcut boys, shaved and ready, answers to a different question. Even the good boys need sinkholes, vertigo, entropy, need to feel the misstep, the chance they could fall.

Though that one has a way of filling out his pants, if that’s saying something. Bumpy in the right places for bumping. And other details like the length of time it will take my hands to run down the length of him, how many of his eyelashes will tickle.

Traffic outside the window, breath of everything going elsewhere. The city has become just this. Just the small practices and preparations of the lost and untouched when pressed to speak.