Shane Barnes writes, eats, and makes coffee in Brooklyn, New York. Born in Sacramento and raised in Appalachia, he’s written things that aren’t poetry for Esquire, Pitchfork, Men’s Journal, and Flavorwire. He makes the tweets at @shanekealoha
Last Tuesday Night At Rockbar
I once slept with a man who had my father’s eyes
and I could tell he was proud of me
for the way we orchestrated that 180-turnaround,
upside-down-reverse cow-plow Kama Sutra pose
“Never give up,” they said,
sweet as their hazelnut sheen.
My mother’s mouth laughed at me once
from the face of a man toppled over
by the force of my falling flesh.
Have you seen your sister’s ass lately?
It looks great on this 36-year-old.
He’s in advertising and loves
cheesy diners, genre fiction, and the Wendy Williams Show.
His name is Nice Piggy Bottom;
he is 3.6 miles away.
The most beautiful thing on the dance floor of Rockbar
on Tuesday of last week
was my brother’s big belly,
and also the other my brother’s big belly
that was warming my brother’s big belly.
Our family reunion that night
helped me decide
not to buy tickets home
Get that phantom hat feeling from those fat feet flowing
over ripped broke rubber black floormats
selling no-God nectar picked by one-God specters
too many bucks
what a necessity
smirk all day under that cherry lipstick Nike cap
don’t tell them you were laid off
say it’s all pretty good, shrug your professional shoulder shrug
sit on the upstairs loft cot
dip three fingers into garlic hummus
and make business cards
with pirated purple software
hit the Google
discover that fruit flies are gay
they manifest and infest in similar ways
as contemporary gays
(born in standing water and easily trapped
by jars of soap and vinegar)
and also they explode in color
when pressed too hard to a wall
but can a fruit fly have a beard,
and can a fruit fly go to the Eagle
or the matinee orgy near Penn Station,
the one in Bay Ridge?
are there fruit flies at the party
hosted by the fired flight attendant
who starred in a BearFilms production
while his mother was out of town?
do fruit flies dress like policemen for Scruff photos?
are they masc4masc?
are they no Asians, no blacks, no chasers?
are they “muscle bears” who are afraid of their own stomachs?
or do they embrace and name them as “flesh aprons”?
do fruit flies fly with other fruit flies
based on what they look like?