Hugh
by Max Kennedy
kick up your feet, hugh,
dinner’s ready
take silver from my wrist,
twist it into something you’d deem fit
to sink your teeth into
it’s your night, tonight, hugh
you’re in a home for fish, hugh
stuck between air bubbles,
between promises,
trapped in my lungs with
no way to my heart
can you breathe fine, hugh?
they say you’re a new romantic, hugh
yet, you haven’t written to me in a month
through words stowed away,
between your lips
i piece together a message
i come to one conclusion:
i love you, hugh
Max Kennedy has a background in poetry, theatre, film, and scriptwriting, with a Bachelor’s degree in English - Creative Writing from San Francisco State University. He has a deep love for romcom films (the late 90s, early 2000s, the better) and queer romcom novels. He has several poetry publications to his credit, including works from independent presses such as Yes Poetry (in the ebook THE QUEER BODY), Luna Luna Magazine, Vagabond City Lit, The Ana and more.