bumped into ten inches shopping

freeballin
in my 501s,
the middle button
is missing
for style.
faded
on the right
cause i hang
that way.
cruising
friday night
at the
bethany home
target,
where
the metro
ends.
the big boys
come out
with their
old ladies.
i stroll
personal care
wishing i needed magnums.
they say i
would if i
was black.
i heard
someone
says
to her,
queers ain’t
got no
monopoly on
the butt hole.
he grabbed
some cool
and wet lube,
cinnamon hot
for her.
i flash back
to crisco,
vintage vaseline,
and my best
friend dying.
he always
had a coupon
for it.
mothers stopped
kissing their
pretty sons,
the ones with
rotting flesh.
before that
everyone
swallowed.
i found
the perfect
panties,
i buy
large
or the balls
hang out.
the usual
hardon
happens
at the
jock straps.
i throw
an orange one
in the cart.
some batteries
for my
hearing aids,
and electricity
for later.
next comes
the dog food
aisle.
i bumped
into it
there.
hanging to
the left.
first with
my cart,
then my hand
then my ass.
in slow motion
it was growing.
he excused
himself
then introduced
himself.
i went to
personal care,
got some
magnums,
some cool
and wet
for the
bashful one.
he carried
my groceries
to the car.
his wife
says he
disappears
like that.
i would to
if i was him
and wanted
some ass.

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