by Trevor KS
In the arbitrarily
Resuscitated,
Beatific
Fructose
Of the early
21st century, I am
Employable
Because I manage
To be nobody
In particular.
I took out student
Loans to pay for my
Student loans. I’ll take
Any shampoo
That can make
A man out of me.
In nobody’s shopping
-Cart throat, the throat
Pitches: it’s
Pride Month, it’s pets.
Rainbow dog collars on
Sale two-for-one.
[Don’t YOU Want
A Partner You Can
Strut Your Pups With?]
Toss in a whole
Crowd
Of believing
Sheer curtains before
The wind
Steps skeleton-
Through. In this piggybank
Skin glowing
Tantamount
With plot, in all
The stupendous money
To be offered
In the afterlife,
Inside so much
Lovingkindness, sorry, I am
Occupied. In the one
-Bedroom apartment I can
Barely afford to share
With you. At least
Let me reach
Toward your face,
Beloved roommate.
Let me touch
The green prairie
Of your face.
Trevor KS (Kildiszew-Sikorski) is a poet, researcher, and former backyard-goat parent from Southern California and Portland, Oregon. He/they have degrees from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and Portland State University. You can find other publications by them in Brink, HushLit, and Modern Haiku.