IX

I am handsome
from a distance.           
I can’t be
the ghosts hiding

in the refrigerator.
I’m coming to
terms with the
distance between us

how yr phantoms stand
in the way of a future
I want to be fucked by.

For now, I’ll dream
the past keeps becoming
my body as we become vague again.






John Farmer lives in Ypsilanti and is a member of the Temporal Arts Collective. His poems have appeared in PANK, Third Wednesday, In Other Words, Origami Condom, The Offbeat, Mobius, River Poets Journal, Wilderness House Literary Review, 52 zine, Ya Ya Flo, and more.