Three sonnets on desire and friendship

[hoteljesse]

I.

I keep on writing kind of anxious poems

Because I’m in an anxious, fucked-up place.

But there’s this book from Cody’s shrink, at home

Where every day, he writes a sign of grace.

So here’s a record of the happiness

That sometimes falls and covers me like ash.

Would you have guessed your body’s on that list?

Your breasts behind your elbows between laps

Comments

[wackobob]

The lj-sphere has missed you, Bertron.

[tononnever]

amen.