my father found my hand in his pocket—
no, not my father’s: his—
because i thought i legally can
so i did when i shouldn’t
when dolphins are bored i heard
that males would play together:
i was not bored, my fingers slid
towards his pants—i’m driving—
i’m mad—you’re driving me mad—
so like the urgency of venom
i sucked, i spat, i swallowed
the moon along the motorway
until i birthed the green exits
in captivity bats have 6
behaviours they engage in:
i copied them in private
until i could return the cogs
& wheels into a watch—
it’s 2 in the morning – there’s
2 in the morning—you & i
at 3 i put my hand
from his chest to his pants—
i want you here—i am here—
i am here, my father says,
his fingers on the doorknob.
Featured photo by Pablo Heimplatz on Unsplash.
