I don’t understand;
it’s not like the movies
(eyes meet hearts beat turn feet hey!
i just... i just wanted
to tell you
you look beautiful today).
Eyes meet heart beats heads down hmm...
1) No kids or girlfriend
(that’s a good start)
2) How far are we now from Queen Street?
(apt name that. ha.)
3) That jumper... maybe?
(yeah but, the current fashion...)
4) And that stubble’s honed down
(i agree, a little too precisely. but then again...)
And that isn’t even starting
to touch
on the bigger questions, like
Isn’t there enough
of love, enough
to fill the gaping
wounds like salt?
And when I look back up
the movie in my mouth has
bombed in my box office brain.
YOU ARE READING
Braindump Poems
PoetryA selection of poems which I aim to update regularly. A collection of moments and feelings, from a queer perspective.