A Poem
he is a hummingbird
he pollinates your mind and
he drinks deep, deep
he embodies what you want
the world to be, be
he flickers and flutters
but he never stutters
he looks better than your girlfriend in skinny jeans
he wears his gender like his t-shirts, inside out
he’s the anarchist your mama never talked about
he’s got the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen
and he looks better than your girlfriend in skinny jeans
he cannot be triggered
he’s the gun, gun
like winter’s light, he cannot be
outrun, run
animated, caffeinated
sitting still is overrated
he cannot be pinned down, he has to
run, run
he wears his gender like his t-shirts, inside out
he’s the anarchist your mama never talked about
he’s got the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen
and he looks better than your girlfriend in skinny jeans
his words like a whip, he’s ready, he’s quick
he runs out of air as his convictions let slip
his thighs don’t touch
he don’t smile enough
just the idea of him makes your heart skip, skip…
from the second he meets you
he has won, won
he crushes your heart under his
thumb, thumb
his words pave yellow brick roads, he
unravels you slowly
you’ll always be convinced that he’s the one, one, one
Miss Misery 