BoySlut

first day writing at the hospital cafeteria

 

he’s so white

it’d be like

fucking a ghost,

comes a female voice

over the line of ferns

separating our booths

as a pasty orderly

walks by

with his tray.

 

what if he’s got

a big dick?

comes another

female voice.

 

a ghost

with a big dick

is still

a ghost.

 

at this point

i’d settle

for a little smokey

on a corpse

 

i haven’t been

screwed in forever.

 

dan and i do it

once a week

but he never gets me off

if i wanna get off

i’m on my own

 

haven’t gotten off with someone

since jolene’s

bachelorette party.

 

fireman brad?

 

yea

fireman brad.

 

too bad

he’s married.

 

too bad

i’m married.

 

there’s not enough

good dick

to go around.

 

two nurses

in luau themed scrubs

stand up.

 

oh god,

says the first one

seeing me parallel

and slung low

in the booth.

 

did he hear?

the second one’s

face goes red

she bumps into the

retaining pole

on the way out

 

chore-boy

upright and humming

in my pants.

 

i will be

back here

tomorrow.

* * *

pilgrimage

 

it’s good

to have your

heart excised

 

held out

in front of you

by a brown

eyed woman

 

she plunges

a dagger

straight to the hilt

dropping the

bloody pulp

at your feet.

 

this is necessary

 

Regenerative

 

a periodic pilgrimage

to remind yourself

you are not

immune.

* * *

tunnel vision

 

hush now your riots

and breadlines

 

burn the constitutions

of the world

 

let the machinery

break down

into a nexus

of anarchy

 

vultures alighting

upon the ashes:

 

my fingers

are inside this woman

 

feeling her pulse

 

as i taste her.