I created something wretched
And called it beautiful, then
I went for a walk. I swear
I’m not addicted to love.
I’m addicted to Sagittarians falling
Into it with me on Whatsapp or
I’m addicted to calls at 11 PM
From Sagittarians begging come out
Dancing RIGHT NOW or I’m addicted
To imagined love/hate relationships
With Sagittarians or my so-called
Sagittarian cusp, my Sagittarian Venus
A Sag i tar ian moon at 25%
Illumination I wrote a poem under, drunk
In Honolulu on sharp grass, harsh light.
It’s actually easier to say Dije you’re lovely
Cuando quiero decir I feel love than
Understand human emotion.
I’d rather say I think about you
A lot than I’m obsessed with ideas—
Ok. I’m addicted to love but
What else should I believe in?
This poem was included in my book "I want you to feel ugly, too," which can be read on issuu.
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
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