faggots take photographs of our beheaded torsos below staged light.
faggots bite lips for the guillotine flash – cuts off a first or second head.
meat breathing before a camera. the camera swallows and is always hungry.
faggots pick a best side, emphasize the size of one body part or another
lips parted how a curtain opens on a sad play.
faggots stay hard into the third act. faggots eye-fuck the fourth wall until
faggots fall on all fours while we get the shot right. ass spread as a curtain.
forget the body, while knowing only its mass. imagine all those thrown
out photographs will outlast you. each cross-eyed love-handled image,
pressed together in a giant book. forget the body, soil can make even
the hardest thing decompose.
faggots blow loads for photos, throw our hair back and laugh.
faggots slow dance with plastic and pray to whatever infection resists
penicillin this week. say, i will take him hard in my mouth and not
call it disease or a loaded gun.
faggots come just like you.
faggots run hollywood but hate how hungry we look on screen.
faggots dream in acronyms. faggots wrapped in rainbow flags look
like a roll of quarters.
faggots swallow and are always hungry. we forget the body
but hunger for its mass.
by Sam Sax
Sam Sax is an MFA candidate at the Michener Center for Writers. He’s the two-time Oakland Grand Slam Champion and the two-time Bay Area Unified Grand Slam Champion.Sam is a recipient of The 2013 Acker Award for Poetry and has recently been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He is the co-founder of the New Sh!t Show, a reading series currently running in San Francisco, Boston, Austin, and Minneapolis. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in: Anti-, The Boxcar Poetry Review, The Journal, Rattle, The Evergreen Review, Gertrude, Muzzle, PANK, and other journals. His new chapbook A Guide to Undressing Your Monsters will be released through Button Poetry this year.