Homesick, First Semester of College. Changing Them to You, in a Dream.

dear friend

I haven't touched anyone since I got here
and I don't mean fucked

I mean

a flurry of handshakes
and two hugs
are the only tallies for my extremeties

and that's why I cried
in your arms
the last night
before I left

because I knew
it'd be the last chance
to wet someone's shoulder
for a very
long
time

maybe if I was really desperate
I would start making myself
throw up when I drink
that'd do it

someone'd hold me
and carry me up
my pain soaking their sleeve
and I'd be able to tell them
I loved them
and mean it!

it'd be just like home
and they'd take me to bed
and I'd say "stay

lay here with me.

let's
see
if we could have
the same dream"

and they would say
"no.
even if we did

they'd be equations
with different solutions"

I'd say
"your face is at the top of my mountain"

and they'd say
"you are a

pretty high summit!
such a polite summit"

I dream like a dog

you dream like a football game
in Best Buy

and you'd say
"you can't even behold my hues

and I'd say "ya
I only see two colors, duh nigga

but I like them shapes mighty much
and I can smell the God on you
all over you"

and you'd say "I earned this God"
and I'd say "I got a big tongue
and I'd love to use it if you'd let me"

and you'd put your hand on the back of my head,

and pet me.

and my mouth would go dry from lolling so much

and you'd say "you should drink some water"

and I'd say "I'm only thirsty for you!"

and it'd be too late in the night for you to think

that was cute

and you'd say "you should really drink some water. so you won't be so hungover in the morning."

and I'd say "I love you"

and you'd say "I know. You've said that a lot."

and you'd leave.

and I'd say "just like home"

and I'd say "I love you"

and mean it

and it wouldn't change anything

and the door wouldn't move

and I'd say

Just Like Home