You don’t need to tell me thrice
is a safety I say when boys wind up
paying for dinner, like the resonance
of works in translation. I’ve struck
a chord, he says when leaving
the table. Pulled pork is my favorite.
Who the hell eats a sandwich
with a fork, I ask, meaning mind’s eye.
Meaning love me as I buck.
I like fucking but I hate
games but how many points
before a line takes shape.
