post-cold war gay americana — “I know the true face of this nation.” Thalia and Melpomene riddled with checkerboard acne, greasy stains smeared with sweat and dirt from various dust bowls, their water stolen to sustain the post-grads and doctorates the only oases here are emblazoned with glaring Chevrons signs, I yearn to prop the…

a layer poem — lapis lazuli you’re thick and rich enough to paint these sour cream walls you’ve tinted these palm lines with an extraterrestrial’s blood cerulean with two shaky hands I swab your face and reveal your stained yellow teeth I step aside, aching to be swabbed by you denim that was the end of my shivering, when you…

Inspired by my recent stroll through lovely San Francisco — **For David Priggie and Alvin Kim** The Mix — the patio sizzling with various, savory scents and meats, casual shorts bulging with thick wallets, hard-ons, thighs tightened from a late afternoon spin class, marinating in crisp cologne, pungent from the fiery West Coast Sun David, taking another whiff of poppers…

Before you depart — As he turns to leave Me, adrift in my spent sheets He harnesses my spunk and Tears down the stairs That bastard I stuck out my tongue, and I still Taste his Sculpt his unkempt hair into A play-doh mousse, I reach over The mattress and distinguish Still The faded…

Wanting to leave — they say if you’re fortunate if you win the lottery pay off that student debt build yourself a tiny shack near Avila Beach, it’ll be worth twice as much five years from now if you’re fortunate you’ll scare off potential buyers with your maladjusted habits stinking up the rooms that…

when society rarely acknowledges you exist — **TW: use of gay slur** Description You’re watching a slender pale hand pour muted cackling from the mouths of glorious queers Sitting next to you Melding with the morose hum of all Those lonely drunken stumbles home and only the hushed condos listening to Those disquieted sobs Hand in hand with two lovely friends Fantasizing the stilted air…