Sweater Vest (Celestial)

O apricot jam, O Hoover Dam, 

can can, disco fan. Do you remember

that pizza place with the cheesy 

pun for a name back in Boulder?

I had never loved summer like that, 

but now I can’t think back 

to the time before. We eat plenty 

of cherries and talk about how everyone’s 

a zionist nowadays, the way conservatives 

worry about queers. Anyways, the white 

queers already took Boulder over, 

gentrified and looked back condescendingly, 

told us “our God” 

wasn’t one they believed in. 

It didn't matter to us, anyways. 

At one point, I could miss no one 

like I missed you. O leg hair, O paper tear, 

bay sneeze, snot trees. I find it redundant, 

haven’t honestly missed anything in months.