all the boys that ever ghosted me
follow me on twitter;
their hazy voices billowing, silky
baritones, rugby lads
built like impenetrable citadels,
dancers with tender
eyes, lawyers massacring white
shirts, a vapid architect
tall as the walls of Jericho, their
stoically avoidant thumbs
spit insignificant vapour threads,
look who I had for dinner.
I hate their hands, making bones
collapse; they turned my
screen into a pool of sad obsidian,
a smoke panther, scratched
vinyl playing through this volatile
sky; my stubble bruised chin
healing slowly, uncovered legs still
imprinted on semen stained
sheets, headboards now welcoming
a winter of quiet loneliness.
Luís Costa (he/they) is a queer poet featured in Visual Verse, Stone of Madness, Queerlings, Inksounds, Farside Review, FEED, Roi Fainéant, many wor(l)ds, Boats Against The Current, Sage Cigarettes, and Tin Can Poetry, with forthcoming work in Anthropocene, ONE ART and Passengers. His debut pamphlet Two Dying Lovers Holding a Cat was published by Fourteen Poems in November 2023. He holds a PhD from Goldsmiths and lives in London with the ghost of his cat Pierożek. You can find him on Twitter @captainiberia
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