Alex Dimitrov: I'm Lonely and I Love It

I could call up Michael who I slept with recently
or James before him. I could go to another 

this or that downtown and act a mess

in my best jeans. I could pretend

something really terrible happened

and cry, and make everyone bum me one cigarette

after another.I'm in Paris,

sorry I can't talk right now.

That's a great lie, a great line.

When really, here I am boys!

On my bed and in my underwear

doing absolutely nothing.

Playing with my hair,

playing sad ridiculous pop songs.

Let's face it, I'm lonely.

I'm lonely and I love it.
 

Alex Dimitrov: Radiance

I keep a note
a friend left in a book of photos:

lavender light over the snow flats –

and I wonder if he used it in a poem,
or if seeing, if the pleasure, was enough?

Now that you and I aren’t lovers,

I notice how the light at times
will race up your obedient body,

and reveal the flame I looked for –

the life I said I saw,
and hoped would be enough.