My boyfriend & I have a crush 

on a guy who’s great
at being shirtless & sometimes pantsless 
online, who has a large 
pet bird, a cockatiel 
I think, in which case yes, “cock”
is in the name, but it’s a very 
pet bird-looking bird, 
who started out as a recurring 
guest star on his bare shoulder, & then 
was promoted, just recently, to series 
regular, to every last tanned 
moment, to my vexed 
sigh & my boyfriend’s Oh that fucking 
bird again—& then, well, the lovely 
dearth of clothing largely evens things out 
for me, though not for my boyfriend, 
who has developed an anti-crush 
on the cockatiel that’s spilling 
over onto the cocky owner,
but still there was last Wednesday, 
last Wednesday 4 p.m. 
when he posted one thoroughly 
glorious pic—shirtless, pantsless,  
& birdless—& immediately I texted it 
to my boyfriend, Have you seen 
this yet, & he texted back, Mm 
I have now, & in that Mm, 
that moment, we were once again 
drooling, dreaming
together, & didn’t Hemingway 
say all you have to do 
is write one true sentence, 
the truest?