My boy & I are going for it again.
We want to paint the city
with horizons burning in our minds.
It’s our second weekend
since we split each other’s lips,
to instigate a bleeding we both
had to hear.
That night, we dived into
& bathed the moon with language
bubbling with toxicities.
It all started on a trivial thing,
while thinning gin,
a door into a symptom
like the doughnuts we perform
to impress ourselves
We like to frame the fuzziness
within the ecstasies of
game and play.
We choreograph & dress ourselves
around the joysticks of our
Michael Caylo-Baradi is an alumnus of The Writers’ Institute at the Graduate Center (CUNY). His work has appeared or is forthcoming at The Adirondack Review, Across The Margin, Hobart, Kenyon Review Online, The Common (Dispatch), Eunoia Review, New Pages, Ink Sweat & Tears, and elsewhere. His first chapbook, Hotel Pacoima, will be released later this year by Kelsay Books.