Boy Meets Boy

I can see all of her thoughts canceling one another out.

(I have no idea how she pulls it off. In fact, I have no idea how she pulls it on.)

“I guess so.” He pauses and studies his sneakers

spending the rest of my life unrequited.

They respect my closed door

His “devoted” is italicized by sarcasm, underlined by hurt

I imprint him with my shadow as I lean in closer

doesn’t do irony on a breathing basis.

feel like a perpetual smudge

Chet Baker’s voice is sinuous, floaty