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Photo by B.M. Barbeito |
A year
of dating an asshole
Ordered to stay still,
eyes shut. Challenges thrill.
Hot men danced before
me like shapely women to a rishi.
Blessed who can’t see yet
believe. I knew they’re hot.
Hot men have ways of communicating
exactly how they are
out of my league.
Repetitive steps sent
vibes; my eyelids twitched.
Lost the challenge; eyes
pried open. One pitied me though,
way one backtracks
outside church to drop 100 fils
into a beggar’s
bowl. Beggar owes that generous being.
A salute,
a prayer, a blowjob if the beggar wants more.
Our first
date, he confides, I have superpowers. If I disappear,
You’ll never find me. Had to look
after him well. Way the chimp
is cared for at the zoo, for tourists. Female
friends
warned he
wouldn’t last. Misconstrued concern for jealousy.
Symptom of
inexperience, please understand.
Friend’s husband
crosses the border
every day
for a living. He
confided about women
there who
visit male doctors for
imaginary ailments to be seen
and touched. A corpse since...a year now,
won’t you take a look at
this rotting flesh?
Yes, I know which part
began to rot when.
What took me so long? Would
I be taken seriously
if I was only
beginning to rot?
that is a beauty. congratulations on that.
ReplyDeleteI love t use of language that creates such vivid scenes! Crisp and precise, I have always liked your writing to be a balanced blend of subtlety and straight-shooting.
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