Miguel Soto
Sun in Aquarius: A Poem at Eighteen
A man who doesn’t introduce himself
tells me to slow down, to drink
water to avoid a hangover in the morning.
He must be a stupid man. Doesn’t he know
this is a boy acting beautifully for a bar
of so many possibilities? Doesn’t he know
what it took to get in? The fake I.D.
The years of cementing this drinking-well
of a body, begging for more than the sum
of its fill. My body has taken so many shapes--
each leaving trundling hoops across my krater
torso. I sculpt myself for the desire
of others. I sway my hips, grab the hands
of a stranger, who cups my waist. I dip
under a constellation of electropop beats,
how I could bow to a greater force,
and be a prize worth filling.
tells me to slow down, to drink
water to avoid a hangover in the morning.
He must be a stupid man. Doesn’t he know
this is a boy acting beautifully for a bar
of so many possibilities? Doesn’t he know
what it took to get in? The fake I.D.
The years of cementing this drinking-well
of a body, begging for more than the sum
of its fill. My body has taken so many shapes--
each leaving trundling hoops across my krater
torso. I sculpt myself for the desire
of others. I sway my hips, grab the hands
of a stranger, who cups my waist. I dip
under a constellation of electropop beats,
how I could bow to a greater force,
and be a prize worth filling.
Biography
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Miguel A. Soto (he/him) is a writer from Illinois. He is the Book Review and Website Consultant for Jet Fuel Review. His work can be found in The Ekphrastic Review, Rogue Agent, 30N, EFNIKS, and others. He is also the recipient of the Wolny Writing Residency. Look for him at https://www.miguelasoto.com/
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