Crush

I try to feel that feeling a lot 

Because I am the boy who leaves his work up on the crit wall for several days after 

The critique has ended 

And I have many conversations about

fears of losing something that I don’t have-

now I return from fitness center

Where everyone is swimming knee deep

In the thought of sex

Or maybe just the thought of swimming. 

The Effect of yellow light on your cheeks 

And the self awareness that came from 

My caressing of your featureless apple

Both bring tributaries to my eyes

And inject memories into the bottoms of my hands

The real river is arriving later

At the Expense of my father 

And his perpetual act of logging off

Of the chatroom.

I am high now

From the can of human

Do not think I am weary

I am not