there's a british boy in the hotel lobby.
tight black jeans
& scott's clearing things up with his
over the payphone.
one hour later we're upstairs in room five thirty six:
scott & pretty boy
smoking up a love-storm of fags and sex stories
on the scratchy
there's five minutes for scott to be downstairs
because the bus for his flight leaves at one thirty.
& just before he rolls out the door,
pretty boy whispers in his ear.
& i see my first gay
can't get enough
spit lost forever