Ravenous Egg Subsection
Part I : XXX 💎💎💎 XOXO
Let’s circle back to EGG,
The boy I love
As he skateboards from Neukölln to Lichtenberg at night
(Such a long way 💐😲 Wow)
((How do his calves feel? Does he need a calf massage?))
Egg is sweet like an oatmeal cookie,
Shiny like a carnival light.
I want to hold his face in my palms like a dove.
My name is Humphrey Alphonso Bogart (most people don’t know about the middle name), known primary to you as Mackerel D.
I was born Christmas Day 1899.
For reasons I cannot disclose, I am perpetually 45, rugged, craggy, like a friendly, bulbous anchor, all theatrical grumbles but essential good spirits.
I’ve been married many times - I’ve been lucky, a lot of love and companionship in my life, and yet....
I can’t stop thinking about
His bashful baby smile, his secret severity .
Not inhumane, just .
Cutthroat. Childish. A shark, a cartoon dolphin.
I extrapolate him into my funhouse mirror.
He is calm & quiet, we circle around each other like panthers,
I miss his body
From the moment I saw him on that skateboard outside the America Memorial Library,
Something changed in me forever
Is Egg my first male lover?
...I can’t talk about that
What I can say is….
Even looking at him is so much
his wet hair, his long body…
i have to look away or else
or else .
Or else WHAT
I might cry, drool, i actually fear i might barf,
Snot or blood might start running uncontrollably out of my nose or mouth
I won’t be able to control myself
Egg is so MUCH
I conjure so MUCH
I was BORN to MUCH
I will die MUCH
I still have things to do