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.