if i was to be young again, i would
release myself from heaven. in a
fit of rage i would cut the cords
that made me a victim. erase the
passivity that left me emotionally
intoxicated, easily sodomized by
divine messengers. i would be
equal to none. my moans my
nature of the beast. a boy’s worth
more than the girl. more than a
surrogate or toy. in each brutal
ejaculation my beauty is revealed.
the scene itself, more saving grace
than the experience. my imagination
my escape from the dungeons of
time. not inhibited by innocence,
devotion, nor chastity. passive
perversions are not vulgarity. they
will be the answers to my intentions.
beauty will be ripped from my heart.
my ugliness will have new flesh.