Alex Dimitrov

Suit & Tie, 6’1, Married, Financial District

Although I please when taken like a pistol,

cool in the mouth and without aftertaste—


he kindly asks to have me by the neck.

How much, and would you like to


come with me to Rome?

Or by the water somewhere?


Outside the Vatican—

who wouldn’t drown there?


Yes, the saints are all I need to steer me.

This scent of him held one breath longer—


a check—another zero—and I’m yours.