Days Are So Long

Backyard #5

Oil paint with palette knife

11x14 inches

something in me just wants to play wrestle with a boy i have intense homoerotic feelings towards

oh to be a boxy, wrestler kind of dude. oh to hang out with friends and be called "one of the boys". oh to be sweaty and a little too loud. oh to drink some root beer. oh to wear a too-tight t-shirt. oh to be a sweetheart with a calloused surface.

“whispered ‘mississippi’s’”

learned to count thunder on my grandparents’ porch

the whispered “mississippi’s” separating the miles

in between lightning storms to home front

tongue to sky to taste raindrops

before sprinkled upon the cement

(like the first blood i spilled)

and coating grass blades with dew

as well as the buzz cut i carried through elementary

when puddles meant being splashed by rubber boots

and not onto me by careless traffic

passing through cityscapes

wet socks are different when being asked for

rather than being forced to have under an umbrella

yearning to run through that yard yet again

may 9, 2024

God gives his smallest of dicks to his hottest of men

Mazda #2

Oil paint with palette knife

11x14 inches

yes yes yes yes yes

“Buck” // On being a trans man in the deep south

has anyone figured out how much art you need to make to make your mental illness go away

Testosterone box

Quick painting done with a palette knife on canvas board

when the pain from my new topsurgery wounds are particularly bad, i lay dramatically sprawled out on my bed, my hand on the wound on my chest, staring up in the sky, listening to orville peck until i feel like a cowboy dying in a god forsaken land