Clouds, Like a Gay Pride Parade
skimpy togas I can only imagine undone,
I know you slog by slowly
to show off your aureoles.
You make me an outsider.
But you, like I am now, were tired once
of mulling in puddles of gutter water.
Your groins, bulging like those of Greek daddies
who cruised courtyards for ephebes,
prove love survives
only when someone’s on the sideline.
Jackson Sabbagh is an MFA candidate in poetry at the University of Florida. They won the Academy of American Poets College Prize at Sarah Lawrence College. Their poems have appeared in journals such as Assaracus, Word Riot, and RUST + MOTH, the last of which nominated them for a Pushcart Prize.