“Chris Hosea’s poems have been published in Swerve, Denver Quarterly, VOLT, Harvard Review, and elsewhere. His manuscript, The Promise of the Baffled, was a semifinalist for the 2007 Walt Whitman Award. He is a graduate of Harvard and the University of Massachusetts Amherst MFA Program. He lives in Brooklyn.”
I’m Lovin’ It
I speak to it, and it never talks back.
I see it disappear and change me.
But it’s always there.
I can’t remember a life without it.
My father didn’t have to tell me never to forget it.
It is understood wordlessly, like a stone wall.
It keeps me straight in this place.
In the most crowded room, nobody can come between it
It’s inside of me, purring like a pacemaker.
It’s not something you can explain on a first date.
People lie and say they don’t need it,
leaning on it even as they say “no.”
It is made by people hidden away far in the night.
How could they be nothing like me?
I am no one and it is everything.
Not of my flesh, it is my flesh.
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