Tonight's Poet Corner: The Eyecatcher
The Eyecatcher by Belinda Roddie You're pretty and you're wearing your brother's suit from when he was fourteen because he got too tall for it because he got too broad for it but your shoulders settle nicely beneath the jacket which still smells like Doritos and cheap body spray. You're pretty and you've tied your hair back into a French braid where all the birds can come to roost if they can't find their way back home in this big, scary metropolis where you had your first real kiss at a bus stop at noon, far away from school. You're pretty and you're gay and you're sure you've seen me before seen me walking these streets before seen me see you bobbing on the heels of your loafers dressed in your brother's suit with the red tie and the red pocket square and the French braid and the smell I want to bury my face into, breathing in and out, pulling the sadness from your pores.