mutter
tombstone—just tall enough to shield his leaning
shoulder blades muttering blood
hurting—familiar, like when he lay
with his feet palmed firmly against it
now—dim
a washed out sky is suspended dully
over this scene—murkily violent—
smoke and petals coming out his mouth
he thought pebbles pushing through the stone
pressing texture around his spine
its flow was dark red, thick
what comes out of strong, sinewy parts
trickled
tinted stones and dripped down to grass
moving through his veins to leaves'
adding a hue of himself to the growth
gently rubbing his backbone reminded him it was there
that he was there, with idle knees
letting blood water the grass and saying
you have made a beast of me.
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what i dig in a boy (circa 1999)
- brain
- likes art, but not snobby
- tells me i'm cute
- smells good
- holds hands
- would never wear a bindi
- good enough shape that he could spot me at gym
- can dance to hip-hop
- not picky eater
- confident, but not cocky
- pays for stuff
- un-flaky
- listens
- smokes pot once in a blue moon
- stutters
- aggressive
- writes in journal occasionally
- gets lost less than i do
- depressed (actually more like melancholy)
- sort of near my age (25 here)
- NYC area
- nerd
- nice (pick one: biceps, butt, thighs, cock)
- obsesses over stuff he likes
- short hair
- tattoo, or would get one (but not an armband)
- doesn't say 'oh shit' every time he cums
- checks e-mail
- nice hands
- optimistic
- has tried drag
- appreciates hand-coded html
- good kisser
- multiracial too
- has funny friends
score >50%?
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