back of the rave

i don’t know your name but you’re made

of water droplets bursting on a surface

that isn’t there laughing in fogginess

dissociate in a dark hoodie and a face

with hexagonal pieces of stop sign

all over it brows that furrow my love

overwhelming work and underwhelming

sex in the bathroom with the sound

of sirens getting closer and closer

—October 2021, San Francisco, CA