down in me

It’s easy to get into boy’s poems. All you have to do is imagine you are there and there you are. When you are old and gay, this ability will come in handy. I think a lot about the things I like. I like Daniel Bailey so I interviewed him for Writers’ Bloc. I read THE DRUNK SONNETS he wrote full in a moment, which is weird because I don’t read as much poetry as write. A lot of it shits me. But not Dan. Some people just have puppy power bursting out of the drawing on their goddamn bellies. I’m sorry I’m not a more critical reader. By which I mean I’d like to point and say, look there, that’s where it is perfect. Instead I navigate with my fingertips. Poetry is salty piss and backwash and heart. So much heart.