hims.

i felt young

and it felt new

uncovering my nakedness for him.

Him, who would smile at clouds

and whisper “you and i’s” under christmas lights

– passing the time sending shapeless intimacy to boys younger than he.

 

i felt young

and it felt familiar

holding myself for him

while fuel ran renewed into the machines that would pull us away

and i craved protein.

 

“i hope i can see you again” he lied.

and i, in all my youth, believed him

and waited-

scrubbing stains,

hoping that the games men play aren’t always on.

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