#parties

door in our place i never open out of fear and too much want touch the knob — i am shocked

sounds like a party in there but where is my invitation? missing out doesn’t scare me

sometimes, it’s open a crack scents from the kitchen waft my favorite dish on the menu

i give up. nothing better to do splayed on gray wool, rubbing nothing matches their rhythm

the guests tire, it swings open streamers and confetti spilling must be my job to clean ’em up

i’m sorry i bumped into you. i thought you were a mirror. your clear surface showed what they saw of me then.

parties are meant for diffusion, but we focused instead. twisting the lens to almost make out what was there.

i’m sorry i couldn’t touch you. i thought you were a mirror. i feared leaving greasy prints for everyone to see.

museums of mailboxes and phones reveal past and future connections. a present — behind smudged display glass.

i’m sorry you didn’t see me waving at you in the city. i thought you were a mirror. you weren’t yet waving back.

being gay is hard sometimes. hotel bathrooms get steamy, you can’t always get the right angle before the image blurs.

i’m sorry we were interrupted. i thought you were a mirror. i never dreamed anyone would walk through it and shatter the glass.

i need to move but i can’t sleep. some things aren’t done yet. i’m hiding from sunrise, from men, under blankets and cardboard towers.

i’m sorry i looked so long. i knew you were a mirror, but i couldn’t spot the vanishing point. some reflections distort; yours perfects.

random chance meeting sweater that shimmers parties are fleeting your glances glimmer

post selfies in slack our dms vanish a coffee date ask making a plan-ish?

calls about lost work texts about gender watching your lil’ smirk my heart grows tender

shopping for red skirts sharing a small lunch enjoying my quirks i’m having a hunch…

flirting a little to see if it sticks too noncommittal? or does it just click

late night at a show we let our legs brush at the bar i chose you admit your crush

a ride to your place the tension growing sharing a small space finally knowing

nervously waiting for you to arrive fuck, now we’re dating. we instantly vibe