to set the scene, a trouble past / secret meetings in chinatown, documents ordered shredded

to set the scene, a trouble past / secret meetings in chinatown, documents ordered shredded
when i was young / i was taught / all good things start with / a doctor a lawyer / a pair of black nikes, a terrile burning lust
that is how they want me to write / instead / i write about timothée chalamet
I can never say what I should say. Too late; I say it when it shouldn’t be said alone in the dark I speak slowly lowly muffled in sheets trampled under breath I say it you know I try to say it, love, under a sigh part of a laugh part of a death... I’d …
I think my room was No. 14. One time my pastor came...