In the Death of Your Boyhood and Birth of Your Teenagehood,
do you remember the hooded memory of when your father grilled a slaughter of steaks on a July 4th grill that swung open like a carnivorous mouth? In your teenagehood’s […]
To the Daughter I Won’t Father,
you’re shriveled up like a raisin within my raisin-skinned right testicle in a XY body I’ve claimed possession of since a C-section slice when my mother gifted me life under […]