Masculinized

From a deep blue bath bomb
with a golden star that smiled
glitter. Tonight marks the first
day of equinox in glitter. We
smoke lazy-cherried American
Spirits, arms clacked in glitter.
I finger the thick hair on my
upper lip, rubbing it in clumps
with glitter. The full round turn
of my fingertip exhales in the
starlit breeze of glitter. The knee-
cap, the flat thigh roped in thin
shorts, the leg inside, glitter. I
check each of my testicles and
they are glitter. The man’s nails
in the bare black bedroom coated
in paint that glows in the dark,
coated now in glitter. Under
the blank roof in his cinderblock
palace, two a.m. glitter. Fuck-me,
fuck-you, we take turns, glitter.