Robin—i always loved how you got to do what you wanted
and understood why you’d take off my clothes whenever you needed, only a couple of years later
look now, I’m posing naked
with only a half wing necklace stringed to my neck
staring at a vintage lens
nude polaroid gaze
because i do what you want
i do what you ask of me
but could we put on some jazz?
and let the music be pointed outwards
even though we both know
no one could hear a single word
except the two of us
Robin’s my child, he’s my father
i could be his little boy blue all my life
he says he’d keep me his until I’m too old
but why would nobody tell me
even after he was gone
I’d always be his little boy blue
even though he’d forgotten about me