until it becomes an art medium
set to ’80s new wave, string-swollen hooks,
and aughts Britpop.
I was strolling around Crown Heights at golden hour,
a little book-drunk and hopelessly infatuated with a girl
who’d “I used to work with”
when I realized: this wasn’t a love song,
it was a limerence song, an anxious attachment anthem.
The late fashion designer Alexander McQueen once said
it was a limerence song, an anxious attachment anthem.
The late fashion designer Alexander McQueen once said
there’s blood beneath every layer of skin,
and barely concealed
under the cheer was a scrabbling, clawing desperation.
Here am I
under the cheer was a scrabbling, clawing desperation.
Here am I
a boy clinging for dear life
to one perfect moment
for fear that another may never arrive.