after a good date with no kissing

is when i feel like a lonely trash
boy on a limb
in a car
just wanting an endless reason
waking up lucky

what i like about good dates
is how afterwards you are giddy with vision
you have seen the best future and cannot contemplate that it will melt

futures always begin with kisses

i don't know who told me this

anyway,
he had rainbow gloves
soft hands
wiry hair
kind lips
and they brushed up against mine

but not long enough to sow a prophecy

after congress adjourns on december first

this is just to say
that i have given up on utopia
far too late, i know
they held a midnight party
and i wasn't invited

you shouldn't forgive me.

of course we will be sharing bread
from bread lines
living in cramped spaces
sharing bed-bugs, too
working death hours together
of course we will keep each other warm
if it comes to that
but you shouldn't forgive me.

good white people
are the vanguard of cruelty

everything is inverted
it always has been
and when i thought i was striving
i was climbing lower and lower