Ken and the Church

by Brian Fuchs

My chastity is breaking open, sex oozing out in great waves, scaring, scarring Christians, me.
I wanted to be mute, to silence myself as the others had.
I wanted to pretend that life was as we had been told and death was punishment,
for guilty, for sinners, for those who remained unworthy and unclean.
My jaw hung open, unable to allow me to speak – shock overtook me.
And silently, alone, in full view of the people I care so much about,
I’d gaze through the thin fabric of his shirt and think longingly about his nipples.



Posted on 02/20/2009
Copyright © 2020 Brian Fuchs

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