Boys in Love

My fingers ache of gasoline,

reek of tiny cuts and missing skin

along the backside of my hands.

 

My veins will never be as beautiful

because of you.

 

I did not bring a jacket.

The rain flicks at me and

flattens down my hair,

invades my canvas shoes.

 

My lips are chapped together—

I had no words left anyway.

 

My chest is in a different car

and will not need to stop for gas.

It will beat me there,

start pacing, waiting

for my brain to get there soon.

 

 

 

Christopher Eskilson: I am an emerging poet and undergrad at Pitzer College studying English and World Literature. I am an editorial intern at Red Hen Press in Pasadena, California, and a senior editor at The Student Life Newspaper of the Claremont Colleges. My work has appeared in the Apeiron Review, 30 N (formerly the North Central Review), Green Blotter, and others.