was in my classmate’s / mouth. Lying on / the floor of her baby blue / bedroom she asked, / Do you think / you’re a boy or a girl? / & everything inside / me came bruising / to the surface. / Neither, I said / & it was understood. / In that charged silence, / she rolled over, draped / her wronged body / over mine, as if to anchor / the damaged bastard / with no desire to stay. / She listened to the awakened / heat of me, its bright / song infecting my blood. / Our feral bodies, driven / by un-mothered chaos / returned each other to / the living. All hail / the power of a proper / finger fuck & the wet / demolition of shame. / What I had once / mistaken for death / was, instead, a door.