Letters to imaginary future boyfriends, part 1
hungarians eat gelatinous things
and i apologize in advance for any future dinners
you will have to endure with my parents
korom porkolt and the like, inherited dishes
of bone and claws and the stories
about the time my baby sister asked
from the back of the car what sodomy was
after mom had taken us to see hair
with my good catholic girl of a friend.
