I think about you so often I wonder if I am
in love with you but
I won’t say I’m in love with you
No Never
The first person to teach me about it
gifted me
a flesh-light all pink and cotton candy
Said Wherever you take this
Think of me
I thought of him
as a tree stripped of its
branches and naked
of leaves
He leaves me
a gift a virus
all night sweats and tremor and endless
O the urgency
of having to love you
just to keep myself alive
Anthony Aguero is a queer writer in Los Angeles, CA. His work has appeared, or will appear, in the Bangalore Review, 2River View, The Acentos Review, The Temz Review, Rhino Poetry, and Cathexis Northwest Press.
