The only chunks I don't barf
are memories.

You pay the moon to turn a blind eye.

We snort our coke out back.

It isn't laced with fentanyl.

Gay clubs are realms
I picture as lavender and sweaty.
How bears would claw us raw
at the slightest movement.

Embrace me in the bathroom
throat gnawed open?

A twink salmon flops for breath

Jesus Freak

beavers could
dam me to hell
at least
i would be useful