Reuben Gelley Newman

I will not have sex

with the date who studies
forms of enjoyment
literate in the lingo
of theory fuckboys
visiting from Boston here
the old haunts of queers
Central Park will humid as hell be
reservoir alight with longing
we will make out we will kiss each
other’s necks go out on a limb
of language maybe
maybe not a cloudy haze
a quieter hue