NaPoWriMo 2016: Poem Six

Don't tell me I look better
when I come back to your world today,
where I must resort to the shorthand
of using words like 'girlfriend' to describe
the women whose presence means more to me
than the faded wedding photo on your desk;

where I am reminded that I am not one of you
in the simple act of buying coffee
when the girl on the till tells me
how amazing she thinks those like me are;

where I turn corners
and hear conversations
go silent.

Do not tell me I look better
because it makes you feel
less complicit in this.

Whatever my job here is,
it is not to help you hide
from what yours makes you.

NaPoWriMo 2016: Poem One

You said I touched myself in the shower
and tears came to my eyes
and I nodded in a non-committal way,

but wanted to tell you about the night when I got high
on weed smoked through a tinfoil pipe
and worked my dick like it was being shoved inside
by someone fucking me as if it was a fight
they had no chance of winning on points,
and came so hard that that moment
I thought I might die:

sometimes the forces that make you feel joy
will hit you so hard
that you cry.

This year I am recording all my NaPoWriMo poems on my SoundCloud page. Listen to this one here.