He’s talking about Jeff again
and I’m half tuned out
half realizing how endearing
his love for him is
I search through books I haven’t read
for poems they won’t understand
I just have to make sure they don’t say
“shit” or “fuck” or “gay marriage”
I forgot what I was going to say
because I had to see how many hearts
there were for pictures I didn’t take
It’s hot, but wet everywhere
and I have to be up in less than 8 hours
“Do you understand?
Did my transmission go through?”
Roger Wilco; good night.