Masc 4 Mask

By Tyler Gillespie

Told myself
I’d never fuck
a married
MAN,
but now
on my knees,

can’t keep
my word.

Married men are
the          worst
in bed

& they wear
ill-fitting suits
& sweat
through their shirts
& mix
patterns & don’t read
poetry   & don’t go
to the theater
& don’t give

a damn
your dad hit
you, b/c
you liked boys
who made YOU

feel RIGHT.
No.

Married men
only want:
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
don’t  say
a word    & god
damn
you suck me
good

you little slut
& keep
going & tell
ME
how it feels when
you get

fucked
w/o
a condom

I mean, I know it
feels better

I do it
with my
WIFE

 

No,
can’t be
myself when
I notice his ring,                          taste

his metal.

It’s not
a moral thing

don’t care what he does
with his    pit stained
shirts & ugly

ties. Don’t care

if he touches
bruised tongues &
slack belts.

But I made
a promise

to only give
solace
to men
whose mouths want
mine
when they speak.

He never said
nothing,

so my hands
break into bombs

& I pray
& I pay
his skin washes
off soon.

broken

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Tyler’s most recent work appears or is forthcoming in Brevity, The Rumpus, The Los Angeles Review, PANK, Columbia Poetry Review, and Deep South. He is also an associate nonfiction editor at Bayou magazine.

Photograph by Michelle Johnsen, Broken