Another excerpt from The Gay Divorce. Previously in this series: The Mini Marriage, Underworld, Bluebeard , Easter: The Resurrection, Voldemort, and April 7: The Birthday of J. Spaar.
Wet
I have an elaborate dream where I’m turned on by you.
I wake up needing to pee.
I lived through great floods of my own making,
ran and hid in the basement on a futon, and floated off easily
buoyant on a sea of salt tears,
handkerchief waving,
“Goodbye, goodbye!”
Next stop dissociation station, my favorite cruise.
I’m sorry, I think I misread the map or got turned around—
I thought for sure this was the right island, because I couldn’t leave.
The good ship ran aground and you handed us a Mai Tai,
walked us to the beach cabana, gave us land to work,
plus beautiful strings of beads.
I kissed the ground and swore loyalty
and you were sooo sweet about it, like,
“Begin your new life here, create regulatory bodies and children,
make chore wheels, learn trust, cultivate the land, it’s yours now.”
And so I became a l…
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