poetry

I don't have much to say right this moment, but I've felt like a bad blogger, so here is a poem I've been enjoying lately.
It's by Alex Dimitrov, my new literary gay-boy crush.

YOU ARE THE PARTY I WANT TO GO TO

Dottie Lasky, it’s so funny how we met at a party
and we both hate parties and we both love
men who talk about their feelings,

especially if we talk about them to each other,
not the feelings but the men,
those men, they’re best when hopelessly

in love with us and crying
with their little mouths wide open.
I love a woman who can make men cry.

Well, it’s true, I want to have a thousand dinners with you!
And it’s true, I hope we’re never cool,
I hope we call each other just to gossip always.

Dottie Lasky, it’s the beginning of a story,
of a friendship, of celebrations without parties.
You are the party I want to go to, baby.

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It's such a friendship love poem, and I love my friends, and don't like parties, but having friends is like having parties, even when we're doing nothing, and just....hearts. yeah. sure.