Unit 012: Awkward friendless weird gay child.
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I put my gay inside a box.
The tidy boy with the
corduroy pants that trend forgot.
Crease to crease top-buttoned shirt.
But … those …
dirty, pushy, grotty boys,
wedgies, banter on the hunt.
Insecurities to prey!
Any weakness will do.
I put my gay inside a box.
Monday afternoon’s ordeal:
Fucking football!
Locker room … The locker room.
Fetid air’s moist with sweat,
sodden jerseys, stinking socks, and
out we go!
Smelly boys with mucky knees,
my eyes, his thighs – what is this high?
I fucking hate it. Mesmerized!
“We’re going to need a bigger box!”
Cast of iron ten-inch deep.
Bolt it up with twenty locks.
Solder tight the gaps, the cracks.
This one’s for the hammermill.