all the boys’ dark rooms

I’ve been in love with

I’m sleeping on those 

like smoke

lay in thick layers

catty corner kitchen

low bed on faux

fake cobblestone

red wax and red wine
faux French fun

one born deleuze
learning me things

with the speakers
up so so loud and

the Florida water

on his coffee cream

dark dark curl

    That’s natural

me and my sister

remember remember

there are so many dark boys

and their rooms that we love

to be in 
   so like 
sandalwood

the albino eyelashes

all hologram green

and basketball orange

bathed in translucence

he’s sleeping I’m seeing

sugar-cane stalks

so soft and light

one giant hundo

the rug made of money

the leaves outside

make him wish it existed

    butter and pink

alright