I’m so gay. For years I’ve navigated minefields of anxiety, carrying backbreaking loads of guilt like millstones. I’ve grappled with monsters: my mother’s rejection, my father’s silent disdain, and my religion’s promise of an eternity of torment. Those claws and fangs no longer instill my heart with dread. I am at peace. Ironically, it started […]
If there is a world, let me be in it:I repeat that oath in the leaky grotto,sworn seven days ago to the one whose ashesI carry now in a box aboard the ferryboat. Turmoil extends across our passagelike my seasick stomach churning.I clutch the frigid rail, afraid to tipinto the sea foam’s moon’s reflection. Pitching
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Upon a bridge she stood, skin kissed by sweat,a white romper, naked shoulders, lace spaghetti straps.Her tiara necklace jingles, and I like, Pavlov’s dog,starving, my mouth a lake, swallow in response. She I can assemble, from my vast pornographic collage:Amazons; mannequins; and chopstick-prodded nyotaimori models,nipples hidden by scallop shells as businessmen snatch fishfrom refrigerated flesh,
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