the faggotry

the ones you call those frickin’ Ayrabs, the ones / who hold hands with / kiss cheeks with those they call / habibi & isn’t every habibi is a mis/-translation of? habibi

the faggotry of being
caught
with another man
’s spit caressing
a wind that came from
inside you, the way
a cavern holds
& eventually be
comes

its echo, is not
the faggotry of fagging
in velvet or trans
-parent everything, which is not
dissimilar to the faggo
try of see right
through me, or
the accidental faggot
try of wanting
another man’s branch

& swell behind & in
side of you, while watching
The Descent or Freaky
Friday or any other
exchange in spite
of of &, though not
dissimilar to, it is
not the stiff
fening faggotry of
being choked from

behind, acci
dental, by another left
breathless, or the faggot
-try of dreaming
of straight
-banged, blue
-haired white
boys, who scream out lung
fulls of tar, beneath
a floridian sun

-light, or the faggo
try of the first
love’s close
-t, or the second
love’s butt
-grab, or the third
who made too much
sense, or
the fourth who made

the least, or
the fifth who cut right
through you, nor is it
the hot
-blooded, lung
-puncturing, garlic
-breathed homo
-sexuality of falling
in heart
-eyes with every Ayrab

CapitalLLoveOfYourLife,
except for & especially
the ones you call
those frickin’ Ayrabs, the ones
who hold hands with
kiss cheeks with
those they call
habibi & isn’t every habibi is a mis
-translation of? habibi

the wind the love & every
between—habibi the smoke
-song, the soil’s quiet
thirsting—there is
an east of the east named
east of the somewhere we were
somewhered beyond our
selves, or abandon
-ment, apast, past

a past where our fathers
were not our
fathers, or blood
-letters, beyond
that some
where, I promise there
is language, caus
ality, frame
work of dis
tance & lack there

-of between
us, how we look into each
other & see & See
eternity & i know it
from your darling
hands, palms
arced into two
swans kissing & end
less, habib—

the ways i’d die
for all of you, dove
-eyed & glass
-less, is most
definitely the faggotry of every
love language writ
-ten in a blood
that, when set on
fire, does not burn

but boils.