USED FETISH

 

 

My friend bought his rubber

at the used fetish store 

 

A full body suit zippered

black second skin

 

stretched with a striped

yellow welting 

 

A sacred towel of soapy fluid

washes away mysterious

 

chalk the smell of mama’s Playtex 

repurposed – slick as seal meat

 

my friend is head harness snap

trimmed processed

 

a codpiece popped a reveal –

the ageless folds of scrotum

 

making love to what remains

the flakes of another man’s skin

 

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First publication: Pretty Owl Poetry, 2016