let me teach you the when-where
following away the film
of his breath that pots up my
lips. let me teach you shattered
men, & run the curves of his
spine, say it’s too much to bear
even now. to speak of faith,

come here.
i’ll be the ruin of sevens

let me promise irreligion
in soft & quick shower sex

in tangerine rinds & my mother-spit,
by cracked yellow eyes

august palms. in a ham-and-cheese bao

or flesh-free,
every other thursday. yes, come in–
– it’s two-thirty-and-some
past the sensible known but yes, I’ll sit

come away from there &
slip to church with me, I
tell you now this is a good man,

a man with
four corners & earnest hands saying
come here, come eat the
earth and keep the faith &
don't be anywhere else. yes. let me
show you ruin

yes. yes.
now this is a good man.

Ava Min (she/they) is a sophomore class of '27 at BC, majoring in Urban Studies, longtime lover of Ocean Vuong & confessional poetry. She can be found on Instagram @ava_min.