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faggot – Zachary Scalzo

caught in my throat like gravel

like rust gritted teeth like iron

in my gums something bloomed

in my cheek something plucked

like a poppy a thing puddling

in chunks in my hands as if

torn from a book or scratched

like a name from

a tree

 

faggot traced itself out traced the

curve of an f in the slick of the

green of the glass of a bottle on a straw

in a drink in a fist of a man in

a bar cut through by a scratch in a lens

my arms at my side my hands in my

pockets like glass that was smoothed in

a wave

 

i heard it you faggot his tongue

on my mouth like a beefsteak

tomato his arms on my throat like

a buckle a clasp and he fingers

my fly like a gnarling a knot

in the back of a theater

his hands on my cock like he

liked it and his hands on my cock like a

faggot.