with you it's slow like the syrup I drowned the waffles my mom used to make on Sunday mornings in the way you tilted me sideways and let my sighs build up on the plate’s edge only to drop me at the last second and let the puddle settle before tipping me once again
10 pm in front of Chipotle and you said, this is my [rusty] Chevy [something], which had a radio that played exceptional static for us to tune out on the trek to Mount Washington.
It was raining, but we had already driven all that way and so we stood outside anyways in the low hanging clouds above Pittsburgh.
I said, I’ve never been on a date with a girl before.
And you said, is it everything you thought it’d be? And with that
we decided to see who could throw a rock the farthest [which you won] and who could name more constellations [which nobody won, because there were no stars in sight on that Tuesday night].
Then the couple next to us left and a new one arrived and the blanket of fog temporarily lifted to reveal the UPMC logo.
We watched as the number of tiny office lights diminished, looking a little bit like an end of the world power outage in slow motion—
and we silently shrunk in the weight of the moment as the Earth turned and dragged the seconds along, and the water of the Allegheny and Monongahela merged into the Ohio the way our bodies connected at the hands; two posterchildlesbians showing a city how to fall in love.
first date magic, a homage to a tony hoagland poem i once read
My girl has the gravity of Saturn Endless layers I have yet to discover Her eyes, a smeared palette of every color A surface it’s easy to get lost on One large ring I often fantasize about Wearing on my finger
i don't know why he calls himself 'fat' being kinda thin, black, bright and joyful like the few of those that I've met before and he adores the humanized sound of duduk and he has a piano tattoo drawn all over his neck with black and white keys tied with too sensitive strings covered by his flesh keys reaching straight to his brain vibrating the bursting sound from inside every time I try to find the right key of his own tune on an instrument i’ve always wished to play like a pro.
My facade was so strong you called me. friend. I guess it was just meant to be a bitter end. But when your whole movie is made of sunshine and rainbows. It has to be violent for the sake of show. I spent so long in hiding like in bitter captivity. Pretending not to be lost in your pull like gravity. You made me smiley and all warm inside Lost on your letters trying to hide. But then i told you the truth trying to set myself free. Then you backed off and brached out like a tree. Your roots came up and we both went down. All i said was i love you but you didnt see it my way. The only thing you could think of was how to get rid of me now that you know im...gay.