A Handsome Boy Spends a Wednesday


It distresses me that you will never lust after me
the way you did for that girl 
who had her hands around your belt 
two evenings ago—

and when I made tea for us both
so we can talk about the nice film
we caught by chance on HBO,

I said a prayer and pretended
the spoon banging against the glass
was a church bell:

God, toss this ugly queer a boner. 
I will even catch it with my mouth. 
I stirred longer that I should have. 

While talking to him, I delighted
in his presence, but thought it pitiful
that we must spend it like this,
clothed and not fucking.

What a vile existence he and I live!
Drinking tea, speaking of cinema,
and not fucking!