The Stain

i splatter
this faggot poem
on the wall of this notorious public toilet
it is pornographic graffiti
dedicated to a headless man with blue serpent tattoos
who left me alone
five minutes ago
(if he saw me on the street he’d spit)

go ahead
read it
you won’t catch anything
it’s about my lust
not yours
it won’t stalk you tomorrow
as it will me

you know
i’m on my knees every night praying
but by morning
this poem
has spilled itself on my white sheets again

demanding to be spoken it slips
through my teeth
as a hiss
drips
unnoticed by me
from the corner of my mouth
confesses
sticky
unspeakable
habits

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