| 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. |