Andrew E. Colarusso
BOWER
Bharmed and shamed by shiny things
this bounty is a blood bolony / I think
negus looks like a young king
like tupac in the mouth and skin
with brude studs in both ears
bubic zirconia how negus wears
the other side of proper / I think
it matters less / we both know / when
he whispers / the train rocking
back and forth brossing the river
between here and home / overdressed
for the warmth of winter / something
about the art of running away / rests
his five point brown against my sleeve
/ whispers about making this warmth
bolder / ice bold / then pulls back