ULYSES RAZO

Heart Cramp

i'm not crying, i just sprained my eye on you. it’s new years eve which means i want to have sex. i’m dumb & somewhat generous with my drugs, could die here listening to Twigs, Pathetic Lit open on my desk. boys hate everything so i'm a boy. thank you for not asking what i thought of your poem. it’s just that sometimes i get so tired i feel like shitty porn. and your pleasant tone made me want to block you. i want to bury what you gave. the cure for crying is more crying. i feel like crawling into a cave-themed bed. it’s a funny feeling not knowing what this feeling is. inside me a bit of god comes out your mouth. there’s a tower of air between us. out of kindness, i’m giving you a window. in florence, there were city lights in the clouds. someone recently said pisa was shitty and i wanted to punch them on behalf of you, even if you don’t disagree. no one talks about my ex’s neighboring city like that except for me. in january, when my ironing board started speaking, smoke came off the glass pyramid near where i live. there is another person in me. on the train i got high off the idea of coming back. i dream i’m in a club dancing with you. signs are telling me to drive clean. but i’m a dirty dirty boy. a man who was speaking of an artist lying down, waiting to be touched, was actually referring to a dog, which he later referred to as “a mistake.” i see hands and think of guns. put your hands away, a woman says. we’re almost there.

Ulyses Razo’s poems have been featured in Hobart, ShitWonder, SARKA, Amygdala Journal, and elsewhere. He is the recipient of a poetry fellowship from Paul Smith’s College and was a Poet-in-Residence at Bethany Arts. His microchapbook, Murders & Other Poems (2024), was published by Ghost City Press. He lives in London.