for teukie

shiny crusts of pebble turn
turquoise in glistening brown boi hands

ocean cracking murals
on backs of closed eyes
you promise:
oppa did not find
femme for you

still, you paint glamour glittering as loud as
laughter, want as hopeful as
my calling heart

stumble stumble
shuffle shuffle

it does not matter that i cannot
will movement

you come
to me.