And if you could just have the wide, crooked dick that he does, Be Kane, and be taller than I am and have the part where he does whatever I say without question and then if you could just fuck like he does, Be Bingo, where he finds different ways to mine the same cave from different angles with the most intense pressure, Be Kevin and then if you could just talk to me while the sun shines like he does about shit that I don’t know and make me understand Integers and MLA format and Voters Rights, Be Logan, and if then you could just dress like him with the classical styles of pant suspenders that match socks and a shave so clean that you can still see the chalk outline and smelling like the oldest of money, be Buck and if you could then just smile like he does, and tell me the corniest of jokes but because you are so happy because I’m happy hearing punch lines that make no sense any other time, Be John, and if you could be smarter than me, Be Chris, and trick me into doing things that are going to grow me with or without you and just be as bad ass as he is and code for companies while riding a motorcycle and a righteous ginger ZZ Top beard to work and Be Khary, and you could be unafraid of loving who I love, whether its a man or a woman because you know everything I do and everyone I am with makes you feel indulgent and blacker and sexier and Be LaRay, and if you could just be so fucking vain about the shit that you stare at yourself in any shiny reflection just to fix your hair, and Be Tommy, and then be stronger than me, and know the law and be so beautiful that people stop and gawk and stare and Be Stephen, and if on top of all that you could always check me without degrading me,
Then yeah, sure,
I will always love you.
Because you will be a combination of all of the men that I have ever loved and therefore an unrealistic combination of the bits and parts of god. But there is no god.
Because love, is unrealistic…….
Be all that.
And you can have what there is left of me.