Excerpt
His room is dark
but he pulls down shades.
Their clothes drop to the floor
like splattering blood.
The young root enters too quickly.
Edgar had hoped for prolonged stories
written by traveling fingers.
He bites the ear of the chicken
to slow him down,
rolls him on his back.
His tongue bathes him and lips
suckle him in orifices
his Mama has forgotten.
The young buck moans out love songs
that mimic whispering saxophones.
This from a boy whose longest
conversation was “Yo, wha’s up, Gee?”
But Edgar has him singing hallelujah praises.
His room is dark
but he pulls down shades.
Their clothes drop to the floor
like splattering blood.
The young root enters too quickly.
Edgar had hoped for prolonged stories
written by traveling fingers.
He bites the ear of the chicken
to slow him down,
rolls him on his back.
His tongue bathes him and lips
suckle him in orifices
his Mama has forgotten.
The young buck moans out love songs
that mimic whispering saxophones.
This from a boy whose longest
conversation was “Yo, wha’s up, Gee?”
But Edgar has him singing hallelujah praises.
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