Parental Sin

You say you want me to tell this story, but you won’t hear what I have to say, If everyone is a homophobe, that means you too. I grab your arm as you jab at my chest. You want to know all about it, correct? The cabin, the old men who dropped their pants. Saw the beer cans they drank and spasmed on. I remember how hot is it was that day, but I was cold. I played outside, playing with myself for many hours and I wanted some cold beer. When I heard a moan, I turned and saw grandfather with his pants on the floor saw another man .. read more

On August 16th, 2016, posted in: Poetry by Tags: , ,