Coco Fitterman
there are things
you can’t buy online
but when you dream
you can find them
in other people
sometimes
i dream about a castle
six white horses
what was that poem
about horses in the ocean
something about AIDS
i hate AIDS
i miss my gay uncle
eastern european grandeur
- petersburg’s version
of The Cock on a friday
i forgot what this party is called
i left my phone
in a place
where older dykes cruise
i shook Eileen’s hand
i don’t care about anything
i can’t afford
the new iPhone
i have to look at your pics
on a smaller screen
tears smudge my cursive
reading Lorca
in the Hamptons
at my married friend’s lake house
basking in
the softness of day
that comes with wealth
the friend who used
to let me fuck her in college
on top like a boy
domesticity suits her
what’s that ashbery line
about truth
it passes on, whether you leave it
in or out, out
or in
there are things
you can’t get from a poem
even if it is very beautiful
i’m not so jaded
i truly feel moved
there is a well
in chelsea market
sometimes
when I’m seeing shows
i visit it
look into its dark waters
yesterday I saw some paintings
i felt nothing
maybe paintings should
paint themselves one half – – word at a time
when the camera pans
a painting of water
a fluidity of motion
you sent me a screenshot
of your see-saw map
should’ve been a dick pic
Art
that concussed champion
sounds like a guy