The boy walking in front of me
With a slight limp on his left leg
A backwards astro hat
And dark skin underneath darker clothes
Smelled of coffee
And the humid breeze lifted axe from his neck
Backwards and up my nose
He smelled of trouble
Of seventh grade solitude
And looked as if he walked out of my fifth grade memories
Still I thought of you
Dirty and dark
Dope across your tee shirt
Freckles spotting your smile that press into your dimples
Lifting the corners of my mouth
I'd like to lick cologne from your neck
Made of sweat and sexual solitude
You made none of my memories
Smelled and looked of nothing familiar
Only past daydreams
Maybe I'm just tired
I was up all night thinking of Ma
She has always smelled of Ck perfume
No matter how much money we had
She looks like all of my memories
Her short boy haircut
Her androgynous women's work suit
I remember her younger
Still loving women
Made of muscle, teaching me how to run
After soccer and before the gym
At night
She went out in slinky tank tops
Made of sparkles or silk, and sometimes both
Leaving, she'd kiss my forehead as she left me with father and my 101 Dalmatians sippy cup
I'd hug around her neck
And breathe in her Ck perfume