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TRANSCRIPT:
And then a dad
who is not my dad
except for when I call him dad
and he says yes son
and places an acid laced
altoid on my tongue
like communion
like his own cum
and we nestle back
arm over leg
leg over hip
crotch to crotch
and on the tv
a drag queen
sharing her recipe
for sun tea
asks us if we want to
watch her take a break
and we take a break
and the hyacinths in her hair
are no longer hyacinths
except for when I call them
hyacinths
and he kisses me
and I am not his son
except for when he calls me
his sun.
Andrew Ketcham writes about love. He is thirty and single. His debut book of poems CAPTIVA is now available through Cherry Dress Press. He tweets @islafissure
