Blackstone in May

There was Casey, his divorce, how you felt 

About him, knowing how much I wanted 

You.  Then Michael, pleasures loud in Blackstone’s 

Hallway I wished mine.  The night we biked to 

Joey’s place, in that run down brick building 

By Multnomah Stadium, you came back

With rug burns.  In May’s twilight, drinking your 

Dad’s wine, when you leaned over, kissed me, I 

Wasn’t ready, had given up.  All that  

Followed flowed from there, the moment’s surprise,
Saying that he has the same name as me.