Longing. 2016. Hand-bound book, ink on folded watercolor paper.
The boy does not let himself cry.
He wants to kiss him all the time.
He'd feel that'd be queer—
Maybe because it was.
It would feel especially good to remove his clothes.
He pulled his shirt, his belt, his pants.
He touched his cheek.
Whose idea was it, this body of his?
It wouldn't matter.
The boy did not love him.
He'd had that feeling before.
This wasn't about him.
Of course the boy had been crying.
The text from this book originally derives text cut out from a different source that I colleged to make a different text.
Here is that original collage: