Tagged: boys

you come in

you come in
late, and i pretend
to be one
of those girls
who peel
off, nice and
easy, leaving
no sticky
residue, no
need for extra
rubbing. i have
a jar of peanut
butter in one
hand, a cold
spoon in the
other, and enough
words to swallow
before the jig is up

you can tell as early

you can tell as early
as eighteen months

the ones who will
develop that
Byronic ilk.
caught near
the beginning –
as luck would
have it – there
will be plenty
of opportunities
to polish that
mysterious past
for festering grief

things that catch