He is standing
near the overpass
he is asking
cardboard questions
to the passers-by
and maybe it is
because his eyes
have stopped looking
for replies
or because he is
too young for this
but it is
that same swift inexistence
of all barriers
that must lead to first kisses
in different contexts
that draws me to him
and to the conclusion
that it would be nothing
to open a vein for his sake
I am awake
to the fact that his pain
is my pain
is Christ's pain
and it must be the gravity of this
that has me falling toward him
I was never meant to save you, kid,
but this is all I have:
a couple things to keep
away the hunger;
a couple words to keep
away the sense of only-ever-this;
and several minutes' conversation,
a space in which you know I'll listen
as you say the things you want to be
and hear your own voice
speak your name.
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