this year

I got run over

by some speed-freak,

according to the authority 

of the bedsheets,

some sex-junkie 

who should be locked up

in a gay Bellevue,

a human epidemic

a hernia of the mind –

            it’s so hard

            in this business

            to keep your nose clean –

but that’s me,

I meet guys

like opening a bus window

and peering at the dimly lit faces


or arguing my case 

in a courtroom,

while others have it easy,

just plow the field,

avoid rocks and potholes,

and leave when you figure

the other might shoot you –

            and all in aid

            of taking baths

            and taxicabs together –

here’s me again,

crossing a busy street

and I might catch cold

I might get my ear cut off 

or lose a left hand,

I may fall in love

and find myself pinned

under love’s wheel,

not one, not two, not three

but all four of them


Author Bio:

Andrej Bilovsky (he/him) is a poet and performance artist. Former editor of  Masculine-Feminine and Kapesnik. His poetry can be found at the Quiver and Down In The Dirt.