When I was small and arthritic in my crib, I knew Spaniards wanted sleep, While Americans merely needed it. Now, on warm summer days, boys nip at my neck, Their hands too sweaty to hold and their backs wetting the bed. Boys in bed, boys on the bed, their heads roaring on pillows And their feet twitching in sleep. I got boys who speak Latin in their dreams; boys whose faces land in books, Who must be coaxed to the covers. I got European boys who like cold rooms And those that like the bushes. I got boys who think they're famous, And boys who call me "Sir." Boys who are shaped like Z's That snap straight when an avalanche of sun comes in the window And in winter, they're rolled in sheets that unfurl in the morning and fill the room with skin.
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