The Bath

I examine my naked self,
the lines,
the pigmentation,
the scars of two operations,
the grey mark on my stomach
where Pablo Figueroa stabbed
me with a pencil in 8th grade.

My naked self,

I push my palms firmly
against my eye sockets,
it’s 1978 again.

I’m scarless.

A raging hard on,
I want to jerk off,
ejaculate into the water,
watch the ghost like dance,

It’s 1978 again.


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One response to “The Bath

  1. Richard Carnal

    Ghost like dance. I like it. Umm, you know what I mean.

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