i/
i sprint
through dusk,
evading
the neon
pink pistol
ii/
strip mall
parking lot
pit stop
iii/
his olive
skin
glowing
iv/
my virginity
and my
crush and
i squat
in my old
apartment
v/
i think
i’m just
gonna stick
to grindr
for now,
sorry
vi/
hotbox
on pine
quinn o’leary
and the disheveled
dp and me
underneath
the slanted
glass
at danielle’s
farm
vii/
bonfire below
the blaze
of a blinding
star
viii/
i send my
virginity
to the principal’s
office
ix/
i forget
how
to drive
i miss
my
flight
x/
a jet
plane
on fire,
plunging
toward us
xi/
the moon,
right
there
xii/
we sink
into
the foam
xiii/
let’s go
to a pool
party
and try
to have
some fun
Peter Patapis is an MFA candidate at Columbia University. He is a graduate of Wesleyan University. His poetry investigates the unsayable.
