I try to draw the boys
I love
so I can see them
any time
I want.
I draw these boys
looking at me
as though they could feel
when they were made to feel nothing
but love
for no one
but the one looking.
I fall asleep
sometimes drawing them
and get back to work
in the morning.
I draw these boys so
slowly I think
they get tired of waiting
for me to finish.
But when I do they’d complain
about them having
to stay forever
that way.
