2024-04-22 desire

trying  to  be  coy,  a  grin peeks through my fingers 
the   setting   sun  as   seen  through   new   shoots
we    talk   about nothing as it sinks out  of    view
and   i   can't   write   this   without  thinking  of
caroline    polachek—*i want  to  turn   into     you*
i turn over and over, grinding sweat into clean sheets
like bucking my  hips  on  closed-circuit night-vision 
in the  brief   moments   i  lose  focus   on the film