You Like ’Em Problem
He tells me how he
cut his eyelashes;
they were too girly.
Now he regrets it.
They fuck up the fish
anymore, these ocean
walks. No time for
pain, the beach for
Japanese. Classism
to the core. Talk ser-
ious under the stars.
The stars are serious.
I too often. Next
level? Whatever,
glut of night. Walk
(work), walk (wok),
walk. Grabbing
at me through the
night. Girly on
girly grabbing.
