||Why Do You Like Boys, He Asked?
Their messy haircuts. The way
They drink beer. How they
Wear ties - loose, or
Right to the collar. Leaning
Against doors, hands in jeans.
Their full-throated whispers. When
They light a cigarette, so fucking
Confidently. A paperback
In their coat pocket. Thick eyebrows,
Thick black-framed glasses. Their
Fine, thin torsos. Their long backs,
Arched - like an Orca dives.
Their generous, or aquiline, noses.
Friendship with one, which can last
Like titanium. Their various cocks.
How they shave in mirrors
With all the deliberate poise of
An expert defusing a bomb. Kisses
That let you feel the stubble. Yes,
One could do worse than be
A liker of boys, she said to me;
So I was sold on her, and men.