Today's poem is by Cameron Awkward-Rich
So now winter is a place I visit
but don't belong to. I pass the time
in a room that isn't childhood, but
does that matter? My mother
is still down the hall & I am still
watching men on screen break
into other men & the once-snowfield
of my body becomes a flood that shatters
me each night. I thought I was finished
with desire & what a relief. To not want
to reach outside the skin. To touch
what isn't mine, or anything at all.
To not be a tongue in a glass jar
in an ocean. But the pills make me
dream in oceans. I wake up crusted
with someone else's salt.
I become a boy who touches
the backs of strangers' necks
in publicin love with the soft
of his own throat.
This makes every man
on the train into something
that could kill me. Don't worry.
That's a good thing.
It means I got on the train.
It means I still have a body.
Copyright © 2016 Cameron Awkward-Rich All rights reserved
from Sympathetic Little Monster
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