This is why we don’t need more gay poets.

All those fags ever write about is cum.

Cum in your sheets, cum on the streets.

Cum in my mouth, now cum in my mouth

again please. Come outside and watch the sunset.

Come inside and watch the rain. Cum inside

of someone but only if you’ve both been tested

and have clearly defined agreements around

consent and only if they have access to any

contraceptives you both need to feel

comfortable, and only if you’re into it.

Then cum your little heart out.

The days I remember to give thanks for my life,

I open my mouth and it catches in my throat.