On the Mountain – Tyler Sowa

I say I am trying to exhaust myself

and you say I just want to kiss

but I am farther ahead

stomping poison oak

where it is steep we talk

about the disco age

the queerness of yellow

performer make-up

and these conversations

we drag up

heavier than ourselves

slender trees poke up

beside us

I say

trees must crunch

like grass

under a giant’s foot

and you say

even the most conscientious people kill bugs


everything torched

flames that prove themselves

we are standing

side by side thick sweat


our chests thumping

like clocks

and you still want to kiss

as I climb to the top

of the last burning tree






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