Ahh the chronological first of the Prose In Views series! This of course happened when my good friend and wonderful sketch artist Michael Vuong [INSTA HERE] finally got around to supplying me with some carefully drawn cartoons in the corner of sketchbook pages(he is a much more detailed sketch artist than me so I deferred to his skills as opposed to drawing the ideas myself). I think I paid him $5 a sketch, when I got the drawings they sat around for a while and one day when my good friend Sebas was over with his girlfriend at the time and I decided to whip it out and write as I felt particularly inspired by the two. His girlfriend insulted my apartment calling it “abrahamic”, I was overjoyed. We listened to tapes and I wrote this melancholy poem about how glorious it was the two lovers were getting it right.

The image was meant to look like a graffiti covered partition in a washroom, maybe the type you might find a glory hole in? Idunno, this one got good reviews from fellow poets; what do you think?