Devon

Wants to lick shoes. The undersides.
He rips holes in his own jeans
(The knees)
Pretending, prostrate on his Dad’s gravel walk
Is it safe to be me? He wonders, wishing someone with a penis
Would put it inside of him.

Cheek-pink clouds bite off chunks of horizon
Dripping sunset innards all around him on the road.

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