для Евы
push me into photobooths & against
matrixes' lockers & onto third floor
middle school bathrooms. when your
hands & my hands & our hands draw
flowers on my skin & your skin & our
skin, we draw flowers for what we’ve
lost & the air tastes like fireworks. because
eva, you are unapologetic in the way you
love that when you hold me everything
becomes sacred & gay girl good
god becomes good girl gay god & just
two girls becomes as good as it gets.
between the margins of thisbe & thisbe
& soft knuckles & sand couches
i want to ask & ask & ask you why the
world hates us & loves us & hates us & i want
to ask about who you are & who you want
to be & ask & ask & ask & please: don't
ever become a stranger whose laugh i could
recognize forever anywhere &