"The first time we fucked, we didn't fuck at all" by Andrés López

The first time we fucked, we didn’t fuck at all

            after Ocean Vuong

and I wonder if something is wrong
with my ass or if you left 
the lights on to the Jeep
we are in the backseat 
of. Pleasure, what was yours,
couldn’t be fully enacted on.
A church cross, reflecting
from the black hood and onto
your chest. You later turned

this night
into a painting for class
and my dimples were
so deep, yet we stare
as friends into your work
and I finally learn
you thought the cross
was shaped by street light
and chest hair.

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Audio: Andrés López reads “The first time we fucked, we din’t fuck at all”

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Andrés López is an undergraduate writer studying English and Women & Gender Studies in Lincoln, NE. Andrés’s work covers queerness and Latinidad in America. He’s been published in Tough Poets Review, dreamboybookclub, and & Change. His forthcoming work will be seen in Litbreak, J Journal, among others.

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