Photograph by Alexi Hobbs.
Two poems
Shazam
Let’s right here,
right now, agree
to never again
speak of time.
And speaking of time,
unlike a sonnet, I hope
to be a form that isn’t
too late for itself. My own,
little Shazam
that never fails
to recommend you to me,
is such a slim vial.
Let’s really be alive now.
We can lie in bed
and come up with interesting
pamphlets on our failures.
Disinhibition
At the worst of it,
and the best,
arousal tucks its knees
behind our own.
When I asked you,
for the duration
of even a birthday candle,
to lie behind me,
it was come what may.
Our hot rod bodies.
As fast as they go
the gods go faster.