Amephrey and Ontario

Dear Amephrey,

I met someone at the end of a dirt road

on a hill overlooking the coastal forest

He was leaning on his scooter

Mild scent of gas

from an old Honda Zoomer

My skin was tinted green by the glow of his eyes

Minding my reactions now, I think I’m calling for a tutor

Dear Ontario,

this year my heart went bankrupt

I’m outgrowing eye contact

You need to confide in a stronger stranger

But prepare to see!

Frisk all the explanatory models under your tongue

Prepare to bring your own narrative in danger

Amephrey,

I’ve heard that queer peers help each other

to some sense of superiority

Introduce me to your kin, the bold

Nobody’s ever

gonna reward my bros for their unsurpassed self-control

For clinging to definedness,

to one aesthetic throughout years foretold

No Ontario,

I won’t let you fetishize simplicity in peace

I go to sleep so close to electricity

I surf on my tongue in its shadow

How dare you speak

of the sensibility that you and your bros deem taboo

just because it’s inaccessible to you?

But Amephrey,

I looked back at him!

Out of that handsome place he could have made

the air race across our skin. Be nice,

oh but be honest

I’m merely some corporation’s attempt at being human

I mean you kind of are the machinist here

You must have some advice

But Ontario,

which tutor would I be to you?

A queer parent rooting for you at an easy distance?

Or a soon-to-be accomplice pioneering your new-paradigm pleasures?

This binary inquiry

and the mutiny laughing at it makes me anxious

I find myself reduced to appreciative features

Amephrey,

why this need to know?

A process hasn’t got to be guided

by the uncovering of what could go missing

Oh but let your questions be physical

I’m the longing tech in a provincial park – listen;

So open to my life renewing –

for decisions reaching out from your nervous system

No Ontario,

I say risk the confident quirk at the buffet then!

This person offered you carrots,

and now you’re wondering what to make of it

Then risk sitting down

Here's to the art of spotting a dick balancing a crowd

Here’s to staying around to remind his ulterior motives to come out

and have at it