Lovely April, 2020 – Dom Schwab
April 6, 2021
I/On
You ordered lunch for us
from the diner across the street;
I gave you my card to pay for it.
We sat in your car, eating:
you, two hotdogs with French fries;
me, three chicken tenders w/ French fries.
American Fish & Chips… I thought,
dunking the steaming-hot food into
a tiny tub of gelatinous cheese dip.
Afterward, you leaned in for a kiss
with your lips ketchupped red:
our mouths salt-sizzled & sugar-popped;
our hunger slackened only for sustenance,
but never for each other.
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
How sad and plain it has to be
To be a Twink who’s quickly aging,
Now noticing how men will seldom notice him.
April-Showers are a Latter-Month Phenomenon
I agree it may be useless lusting
after strangers’ features anymore,
but
my love is opal-colored moonlight
which I shine upon handsome men like
the iridescent Moon upon us all;
however,
I’ve been seeing a lot of robins lately,
so where are all my precious Sparrows?