Status Updates From Selected Poems

This is a book of gay love poems and you cannot convince me otherwise.

“Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
and end up in prison.

I dig pits to trap others
and fall in.

I should be suspicious
of what I want.”

“There’s no blocking the speechflow-river-running-
all-carrying momentum that true intimacy is.”