
THREE POEMS
men picking rock
yet this pockmarked fleshen
spine You dig smut fingers in
like my god turning over warming earth
i’m so tough
i just fall off the bone
gravel and god
pagan heaven is the freckled arm
of an abandoned parking lot heckler loiterer loner
beckoner betrother
married to the waistband of my shorts
bury me nose-first in the grey-blond forest
of his grappling right shoulder
the more warrior of us behind this forgotten church
wielding the last blade of grass, to-days dew-sheet of hymn and me
skinny dipping with trans men
T-square edges buzzed boycuts
measure up to my neck
close enough to breathe on glass- hairs
some collarbones still saranwrapped like skin
jealous of other menpickled flesh
shrill Marchbreeze pitching arms over chests
slush IPAs tucked between moist fingers
tasting like fear or fish
Ulysses Armel (he/him/his) is a white, bi, non-cis cub from Minnesota. His poems appear in publications like Pan’s Ex (Qommunicate Publishing), Lovejets (Squares and Rebels), and the inaugural issue of the world wide web’s Lion Pride Zines.