Tonight, I See Another Future by Evan Wang

The man in my room 
              brings electricity,
                            a chair, and a location on his charred tongue. 
              He is love from a loveless world.  
He is everyone I don’t know the names of. 
              In his full stomach is a life I escaped from, or never
                            entered. Standing between my open closet 
              and unbroken bed, electricity arced down
his body to revive the damages 
              of his one, perfectly-fitted life. 
                            I am the boy he drags out of one painful dream
              and into another. My ankles in 
                            his hands, he pulls me towards his
              lonesome chair, sitting 
in front of the closet he crawled 
              out of, punched open like a coffin, 
                            and it feels too real. The moon is half out and he shoves
              his tongue / location halfway down 
my throat before pulling away 
              tasting luck in the flesh 
                            of my tender mouth. I tell him I love him
              and he winces, then lets go, my cheeks shy 
with his blood print, glassy like eyes 
              in between shocks. It doesn’t come off easily. 
                            It sizzles, and I know this song,
              this crackle of a beat. 
I too hum this electricity behind a man’s back.