A Small Motor

The easiest sadness is a boy
Watching another boy
Walk with a barefooted girl, clean

Perfect feet, that kind of nose,
Eyes like those he’s dreamed
In the dream that comes back.

A boy watching another boy lucky
Gets an ache
That is a small motor.

In me there is an animal,
And in that animal
There is a hunger.

I remember the boy
Watching a boy.
It was me.

Watching, I was a little bit
The boy walking.
I was both of us.

That’s how it felt.
What I could not have,
That’s what I was

Inside, an ache
Coming as I stood
Too many places.