_{What else then? Haven’t I kissed
enough men in Brooklyn apartments.
Ran my tongue on the rim
to taste more of the salt.
Asked for the last cigarette.
Not texted. Jerked off
someone’s boyfriend. Not liked it.
Left the party without telling anyone.
Moved to Miami without telling anyone.
Vials of K with a blond in Divinity School.
Lines of blow with a blond who took crypto.
A stranger. An ex. Someone I wanted
to sleep with but never did.
Someone I slept with too many times.
What else then, you said.
Don’t you think you’re a little impossible.
Don’t you think you’re avoidant, mercurial,
petulant. Just a bit of a dick.
I nodded. I put on my sunglasses.
I left a big tip then I left because baby.
Baby. Baby. Baby.
What part of life has felt possible to you?}