Monstro, the Terrible Dogfish
by BrandonLee Cruz
White lover,
there nothing this poem can give me
that you haven’t fucked me into: something
large and blue for you
to press inside, a lie
erecting. Once,
I told you to leave. But,
what is permission but
a song curling inside me
and onto you?
What is my song,
but a heaven heaving
above you? And
even beached, I
let love
stiffen you into
a real boy and
you learned
how to make love
by leaving
me behind.