KB

Butts & Balls

You said the sky from our hammock looked like butts & balls 
so I thought up another world from its purple & pink. 
Sitting pretty on cloud-cheeks with a wrinkled physique, 

I see your butt— the best damn thing in my purview. I ask you,
this world’s creator, what sound does the springwater oozing 
from your blue-red skin make when I move my harpoon 

into it. If the revolution doesn’t include gay sex, then it’s not real, 
baby. If the revolution isn’t trans (because gender is a myth), 
you can keep it next to the world where pigs fly 

& Beyoncé doesn’t exist; no one wants it. If the sky 
is disguised as a gloryhole & a butt in the atmosphere 
admits that we are actually the joke, 

at least I have you, kissing the grass beneath us 
with what I can jiggle in my hands. Damn, how cool it feels
to be on loop until Jesus returns.

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KB is a Black queer nonbinary miracle. They are the author of the chapbook HOW TO IDENTIFY YOURSELF WITH A WOUND (Kallisto Gaia Press, 2022), winner of the 2020 Saguaro Poetry Prize. They are a 2021 PEN America Emerging Voices fellow. Follow them online at @earthtokb.