dear tom
by Perry Levitch
after my dead-end job ends for the day im fending off dinner
with one piece of hand-fruit and walking faster than the cars go
and next i might take myself to the LAUNDROMAT and when i get home
you will swipe the scab from behind my ear and feed me.
will being trans and in the city one day
stop being enough to make us important?
im thinking about torrey peters' articulation
of ‘a state of perpetual pre-celebrity.’
its positively eerie in ridgewood tonight between seasons and someone
tossing a plume of rope over a minivan to tie down a mattress and a long
whine in the light that sucks on
my body that birdcalls out I AM THE JAWBREAK –
so no i dont think so.
dear friend not yet
Perry Levitch's poems have appeared in pigeon pages, the Rappahannock Review, and the Columbia Review, among others. They are a Pushcart Prize nominee and a former Poetry Editor of Washington Square Review. They received their MFA from New York University.