i only heard the words i wanted to sitting across from you at papacito’s (on 999 manhattan ave between green st and huron st) – m4w – 26 (williamsburg, borough of lost boys)


-an idea, until she wasn’t-

*by someone showing a wry smile

to a fair truth*

(frankie leone, just a man)


*she’s fucked up*


*like rapaccini’s daughter

the frankenstein monster


or a sweet young thing hustling a hustler


smiling hearts disfigured

and winking souls into hospice


while those

garnet lips and robin’s egg eyes

are worshipped


they hallow pride

and molotov dignity

namely mine

while i ask for every orgasmic twist

of her beautiful switchblade


she’s yelling truth


and i’m choosing

to hear whispers

of my favorite lies*


*i’m fucked up.*


About Frankie Leone

Tries to write a version of his truth. Also a nightlife worker. Born at Beth Israel Hospital on 1st Ave between 16th and 17th St on December 15, 1984. Lives in Brooklyn. Bears a few scars, tattoos, and regrets. View all posts by Frankie Leone

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