To a Straight Man
All zodiac all
radar your voice
I
carried it
across the Atlantic
to Barcelona
I
photographed
cathedrals
cacti mosaic
salamanders
I even photo-
graphed my lust
always
your voice skimming
a woman’s skin
mattress
springs
so noisy so birdlike
you filled her
room
with
cages
camera bright
in my pocket map
unfolding
in my mind
I explored a park
leaves
notched
& enormous
graffitied
boulders
then
three men
tall
& clean
closed in
they broke open
my
body
with their fists
insufferable
your
red wool cap
insufferable the way
you walked
away
from me
come back please
the buttons
on
your jacket
are finches
I wanted to yell
as
you vanished
into a hotel
to drink with
your
friends
there was nothing
more
you
could do
after my attackers left
before I got up
I
touched my face
almost tenderly
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