The vibe. Is a door. Straight. To the bent heart. Of the 1990s? Still inside. As I turned. Inside out. Reversed. What father put. Into me, and into me. Returned. Summering. Of queer libraries. Of vibrations. From the stacks. And stacks of knowledge. A body returned. To me, as I. Listened. And listened. And listened. Bent and turned. Gripped. By what a body knows. In the summer. As a body becomes. Again. What it once was. The mind always knew. Truth. All along. A body doesn’t always belong. A body needs to break. Away from bodies. That body it. Here. Or the future. Racing past. Ahead. Like a song. In summer.  The other. Side. ?. Myself. Waiting. Hello. Here. I am. Arriving. Arriving. Gone.