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22 Saturday Aug 2020

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I want it to be quick, green like windfall.
But it won’t. It’ll be bitter as daisies,

slow as barley. News comes late, if at all.
Then you’ll recall raiding you mom’s panties

drawer for the thong she never let you wear.
Laughing as you sniffed it. “Eww, that’s her pussy’s

smell. Mine smells better.” Back when underwear
and school skirts were a drag and my sissy’s

flesh and my cock’s joy were a queer boy math
that you didn’t get. Back when Lilith’s owls

still called you. Spellbound I fled through the fox,
through the barley. You changed. Daisy’s sabbath.

Recall? Once it was real, all vowels, growls;
that taste, like myth, like the tang of my cock.

sissyboy pale

16 Thursday May 2019

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After your parents kicked you out, you hid
all month long in my dorm room. “Feminine

wiles ain’t me th’n.” Yis. After your dad forbid
you from seeing her all that we called fun

came down to cashed bowls, beer cans and bi porn.
“Na vat aghjik e,” your dad said. “She’s bad.”

Some nights we got to smuggle your lovelorn
girlfriend in. — It’s hard to have a triad

with just two. In the shower: her toffee,
your bronze, my sissyboy pale. Nothing lasts,

though: just footnotes. Sister? Lover? Other?
What were we? Best friends. That’s enough for me.

Twenty-eight days. Lilith, guide to outcasts,
at long last, did your daughters find shelter?

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NOTE:
There is a special ring in hell for abusive parents who cast out their queer children. Know the words that will get used against you so that they have no power. In Armenian, “she’s a bad girl,” gets translated into, “na vat aghjik e” (նա վատ աղջիկ է), as in: “bad girls are more fun/ vat aghjiknery aveli zvarchali yen” (վատ աղջիկները ավելի զվարճալի են). My broken broken vocabulary.