In my dreams he is talking all the time, about more than meets the eye, about preferring over not preferring. It’s not an easy situation, and in my dreams, he is talking all the time, and that room isn’t the same as his one back home. When he goes home, he is quiet every time, it happens all the time really. This dream over that one. His eyes locked with mine, too many kisses on my cheek. Too many times now he’s talking in my dreams. Some dreams are not the same, and no two rooms are exactly alike.,

            Spring, 2025
            Lubricant eye drops injected with two drops of pre-cum.

            *Title interpolates Robert Ashley’s The Park.