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Adam is a Fourteen Poems poet – the poems are strong…
I put a tag in Bathhouse
Steam rises, a question in the room:
wet, dripping and mingling with sweat.
It’s hard to age a person from their genitals
alone, much less the way they yearn.
Somewhere in a darkroom, a man pulls
secrets out of another man. We men have long
held our motives for coming, this non-place
its organic edges, for meeting eyes as if through
an amoeba’s membrance. The lamps are dimmed,
we all believe, to preserve fantasy; we fear light
will reveal how gently we touch ourselves.
But other poems that I also remembered were;
The Boys Are Killing Their Sims On the Family PC
Cotton-Collared Mafiosi – because when me and a friend told our teacher we were being bullied by a kid in a lower year we were entirely gas-lit – two kids who didn’t yet know their were queer the victims of toxic masculinity from above and below!
Concrete Quarterly
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