rain starts then stalls 

every one of my off-brand desires

the girls at the bar 

in sleeveless denim & Bauhaus haircuts 

like experiments for a new gender

would I recognize you now 

that you date men 

& live in a city we never liked

maybe I’ll fall asleep to a stranger 

cutting imaginary hair 

& breathing into a camera 

These layers really flatter your face 

I’m still looking for a door 

some small sky to sink into