A simple photograph
haunts me now
of some forgotten
man it whispers
here I am
like a cricket
he is calling
come find me
like a squeak
I look everywhere
and under everything
I try closets
pushing away coats
and beneath stairs
no one’s there
does he exist
certain he does
dropping into chair
I trace fingers
across the photograph
my fingers remember
that which my
mind now cannot
Category: Gay
Chill
Even arms
are beginning
to plump
going from
moist slickness
to wool
and hands
from fingers
to palms
two things
bring this
chill about
fall and
the thought
of losing
that love
thought had
BlamingSomeone
It’s now when
I often think
and frequently miss
someone being here
besides just me
I’m fun actually
but even I
grow weary of
my own company
and just wish
that the divots
on beds and
in chairs of
dirty coffee cups
and wet toothbrushes
of damp towels
and dull razors
belonged to someone
other than me
I blame me
for the way
things now are
I woefully miss
blaming someone else
It’sFallY’all 🍂🍁
Things are changing
even dogs know
noses pointing north
something is coming
people do too
they rifle through
closets cedar chests
clothes hooks too
are beginning to
feel the weight
of heavier things
sandals and sneakers
too being replaced
everyday things too
much less ice
and more warm
maybe even hot
it’s fall y’all
time of leaves
and barren trees
and of cuddling
and frequent canoodling
of being closer
than close together
Boys (to Gabe)
And then there
was Gabe the
one who saw
me and I
him we as
men who love
men are only
ever lucky when
we meet a
guy who sees
the boy when
everyone else only
sees the man
find that guy
and spend as
much time as
you possibly can
just being boys
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 