I won’t live here long enough to ruin the sidewalks more with him
but I still fall for the streetcar cutie.
He apologizes for his room.
He taped wing
after wing
to flee Tennessee.
They’re in the corner now, he did not have the heart
to toss them.
Can I call you darling?
Is that too much?
How about these drops
my brow isn’t catching?
No time to waste!
we have to get on that chest
We give glory to humidity
for oiling the rest
I didn’t wrestle in high school
and it shows.
Oswaldo Vargas is a former farmworker and a 2021 recipient of the Undocupoets Fellowship. He has been anthologized in Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color and Puro Chicanx Writers of the 21st Century, and can be found in The Common, and The West Trade Review (among others). He lives and dreams in Sacramento, CA. WEB
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