you sleep in your roomate's bed
at six am the sun comes up
and paints the whole room white
homeless people gather under the window
and chirp like birds.
Your roomate is in Atlanta
his father just had his protate removed
your father had his taken out 6 years ago
its a walnut sized gland that makes
ass fucking feel good, for the bottom.
There was a boy in the bed too,
last night.
there is no note.
you wrap a brown rabbit fun blanket around you,
your barefoot feet slap the cold wood green painted floors
when you cross the apartment to your room.
It is dark, black even, with no windows.
He is there, barely asleep.
He says
I couldn't sleep with you
I just can't sleep in the same bed as someone
You kiss him. You get on top of him.
You feel desperate.
Ha!
You feel desperate again.
You shuffle back to the bright room.
It seems like a beach cabin, and the homeless chatter
like gulls.
You sniff at this poetic idea.
You press your body onto the bed.
You cover your whole body with the blanket
fur side down
tickling the small of your back
the underside of your knees.
You grind your pelvis into the bed, your
thighs scratched by a rough mexican blanket.
You tighten your asshole
One
Two
Three times
You imagine the removal of your prostate.
That silent walnut
up inside you.
That spot the boy wants to touch
with the tip of his dick.
Though he can not share this bed with you.
This fur blanket.
You will not give your prostate up to cancer
to the cold slice of a scalpel or the smooth
burn of a lazer.
You promise, outloud, to no one.
to your roomate's room,
empty except for you.
at six am the sun comes up
and paints the whole room white
homeless people gather under the window
and chirp like birds.
Your roomate is in Atlanta
his father just had his protate removed
your father had his taken out 6 years ago
its a walnut sized gland that makes
ass fucking feel good, for the bottom.
There was a boy in the bed too,
last night.
there is no note.
you wrap a brown rabbit fun blanket around you,
your barefoot feet slap the cold wood green painted floors
when you cross the apartment to your room.
It is dark, black even, with no windows.
He is there, barely asleep.
He says
I couldn't sleep with you
I just can't sleep in the same bed as someone
You kiss him. You get on top of him.
You feel desperate.
Ha!
You feel desperate again.
You shuffle back to the bright room.
It seems like a beach cabin, and the homeless chatter
like gulls.
You sniff at this poetic idea.
You press your body onto the bed.
You cover your whole body with the blanket
fur side down
tickling the small of your back
the underside of your knees.
You grind your pelvis into the bed, your
thighs scratched by a rough mexican blanket.
You tighten your asshole
One
Two
Three times
You imagine the removal of your prostate.
That silent walnut
up inside you.
That spot the boy wants to touch
with the tip of his dick.
Though he can not share this bed with you.
This fur blanket.
You will not give your prostate up to cancer
to the cold slice of a scalpel or the smooth
burn of a lazer.
You promise, outloud, to no one.
to your roomate's room,
empty except for you.
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