Yttrium Why did the weather turn cold and drizzly driving us two to seek shelter inside? Why did we neck until I grew dizzy? Why was your skin a soft silvery-white? Why am I colorblind? Why were you born unable to taste, unable to smell? Why did you bolt like a scared unicorn then track me down at my seedy hotel? Why am I living here? Why do you care? Why do I tell you? Why can’t I resist? Why are we sprawled out, sated and bare on a plastic cover and why insist that we can’t meet again? Why the rebuff followed by that nonchalant smoke ring puff?
Zirconium What a fake you are, what a beautiful fake with your sparkling eyes and Santa Claus hands. Your dazzle is irrefutable; smitten, I dumbly smooth over your flaws like your Claymation lips and your Doomsday breath, your mismatching feet and your habit of ignoring me in the street. (You say, you didn’t see me. You lie – dagnabbit -- I saw you look away!) That sting still smarts and yet I must give you the benefit of the doubt since I cannot bear to part. One fine day you’ll make up the deficit or you’ll get a payback that makes you shrink in horror. What might that be? Let me think.
Drew Pisarra is the author of Infinity Standing Up, a collection of queer love sonnets published by Capturing Fire Press, and You’re Pretty Gay, a book of short stories published by Chaffinch Press. He’s also a literary grant recipient from both the Cafe Royal Cultural Foundation and Curious Elixirs: Curious Creators.
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