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
First publication: Pretty Owl Poetry, 2016
