She's navy blue and she never cries

(I love the sloth bears at the zoo. I love their ugly uglyness, I love their long claws that click click against the steps, I love them standing up and showing their bellies and thinking themselves to be the damned finest creatures on earth. )

"You wanna play some ball?"

"Sure."

I like to watch his long form coordinate to propell the ball towards me, blocking out the sun for a minute before landing in the pocket of my mitt. I like the boys I know now. I like standing 2 loosely formed rows from the front at a show and feeling a hand go around my hip with a thumb through my beltloop, or an arm around from the back to grip on my opposite shoulder, forearm on my collarbones, or both arms around my elbows to lift me in the air and crack my back, and thinking to myself 'These are my boys.'
These are the boys who'll pick me up from anywhere and make sure the front door closes behind me and the lights come on before driving away. These are the boys who'll make me macaroni and cheese and never chastise me for pretending or not pretending to smoke. These are the boys who'll leave me messages consisting entirely of a minute and a half long tarzan yell. and I love them.