professor says that i am a dark cloud, looming, despite the glow of my skin on screen. there is a 90% chance that it will rain tomorrow. when it does, it’s all men. i dream of nick in the shower and rub my chest into white noise.
the walls are sweating charcoal and i pretend to be boy for you. boy who cries. boy who writes. boy with salted fingers and soggy tool.
i have health insurance and a dog with a leather collar.
you are tethered to my barbed wire heart. boy who tastes. boy who paints. boy with drooling palette and purple tongue. you have grass-stained knees and a leather collar; licking on my cold, twisted wounds.
we run through pastures with fresh blood bodies and come inside when it rains.
boys with wet hair.
boys covered in mud.
good boys.