Chris Campanioni

you flaunt your oranges
I came to

on the upper east 
I was juan the buenas dias bellhop

arturo the cabana boy
stewart the bartender

jj the porn actor careful
not to improvise a star

you were the man 
who fell in love with

his own mannequin

windows in moving
picture of the same

en un rincón de
mi mente microphone

in hand I divide
my film into 

roll-calls say
my name say

my name
you search

for your “vocation”
I search my spotify 

for “romance ballads”
two data points don’t make a trend

two bodies don’t make a double
penetration et cetera 

I lap your orb for divinations
you feed me bona fide secrets

betrayal of the real
I am not

your carrier