the faggotry

the faggotry of being caught with another man ’s spit caressing a wind that came from inside you, the way a cavern holds & eventually be comes

its echo, is not the faggotry of fagging in velvet or trans -parent everything, which is not dissimilar to the faggo try of see right
through me, or the accidental faggot try of wanting another man’s branch

& swell behind & in side of you, while watching The Descent or Freaky
Friday or any other exchange in spite of of &, though not dissimilar to, it is not the stiff fening faggotry of being choked from

behind, acci dental, by another left breathless, or the faggot -try of dreaming of straight -banged, blue -haired white boys, who scream out lung fulls of tar, beneath a floridian sun

-light, or the faggo try of the first love’s close -t, or the second love’s butt -grab, or the third who made too much sense, or the fourth who made

the least, or the fifth who cut right through you, nor is it the hot -blooded, lung -puncturing, garlic -breathed homo -sexuality of falling in heart -eyes with every Ayrab

CapitalLLoveOfYourLife, except for & especially the ones you call those frickin’ Ayrabs, the ones who hold hands with kiss cheeks with those they call habibi & isn’t every habibi is a mis -translation of? habibi

the wind the love & every between—habibi the smoke -song, the soil’s quiet thirsting—there is an east of the east named east of the somewhere we were somewhered beyond our selves, or abandon -ment, apast, past

a past where our fathers were not our fathers, or blood -letters, beyond that some where, I promise there is language, caus ality, frame work of dis tance & lack there

-of between us, how we look into each other & see & See eternity & i know it from your darling hands, palms arced into two swans kissing & end less, habib—

the ways i’d die for all of you, dove -eyed & glass -less, is most definitely the faggotry of every love language writ -ten in a blood that, when set on fire, does not burn

but boils.

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