Friday, August 28, 2009

A Gentiles Bad Day

[hope this doesn't gross out anyone, it isn't meant to]

There have been better days
like when I was four
and I zipped my foreskin into my onesy,
or the time my first girlfriend
gave me an inflatable heart
with the name Jack written on it.
The good times never last.
Sooner or later
somebody will tell somebody you love
they have cancer.
And then having a piece of your penis
on the outside of the white zipper
doesn’t seem quite so bad.

1 comment:

Ryan A. Johnson said...


the both of them, but this one especially.