Kept Image
a childhood returned
this morning
mother dragging us
needy and feral-
haired
it's my older cousin on top
draining inside of me
yesterday's
first man
desire like pumping water
nights he sailed into me
enlisted
I was 10
pain along the shoals
but how
could I fend off
familiar skin
with what:
my almost fists
my obedient holes?
2 comments:
Thanks Dustin! It looks great here! You are wonderful!
-Andrew
This poem is achingly beautiful. What a find,Dustin!Props to Andrew Demcak.
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