M.

I love him so, Christian St. Croix writes in his collection of untitled prose and poetry. But when he falls asleep, I’m going to put my clothes back on and go home. Visceral and candid, M. tells tiny tales of queer love and sexuality. St. Croix’s a bruising, millennial romantic who’ll pull you into kisses by your waistband, list off all of the sexy things that he can do with your shirt, and then warn you that he is not yours.