Poem for a Shirtless Homeboy Whom I Catch Scoping Me out at Charlie’s
Austin, Tejas (a long-ass time ago)


And now, how muscles have stretched
and hardened,
Worn taut from eyes,
My eyes, which stiffen lats and obliques and
I could place my tongue like lips that lock
Onto his Mexican lips and his thick cock, and
I am full of these types of fat sayings
That fold slowly across my chest like arms
And black tattoos;
Indignities clump, and my heart will flail
Bravado and a midnight meeting that warms
The lungs. “That’s what I like,” he goes as
Friends pry him away.