Garry May threw up on my shoe the first time we met,
looked up at me,
smiled and said, “I love you.”
And that was it for me.
I loved him terribly and immediately.
We were at a bar downtown.
Then he played a Blondie song on the jukebox,
made a joke about anal sex to a young couple.
I think they were on a first date,
They seemed offended,
and I laughed.
He looked like that guy from the Libertines,
during a bad patch
and whenever you had him over,
was habitually entitled to any booze in the house.
Garry told people to fuck off
he always smoked all my cigarettes.
Sometimes he was downright gross.
Truly, he was a handful,
there was an ugliness about him
that scared away the faint of heart,
and I loved it.
we did drunk yoga.
The ugly in me
honors the ugly in you,
my beloved derelict, Garry.
It’s hard to love the darknesses ,
but I think we should shoot for that
if we really want it to matter.