Coral Hull: Poetry: In The Dog Box Of Summer: Squeeze

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: IN THE DOG BOX OF SUMMER
SQUEEZE

squeeze/ squeezing out tears of suspicion/
squeezing badness out/ now squeezing pimples
on johnny's back/ merciless in attack/ now
seeing pus & blood erupt/ into tasteless
dough & dye/ rawness/ between my fingers
& thumb/ feeling nothing/ knowing his back
is numb from squeezing/ this nothingness
feeling/ somehow easing my own pain/ i will
press fluid wastes into my palms/ i am weary/
it is all i can do/ hundreds of craters are
horribly full/
                  how could i hope to empty them
all?/ do not squeeze so hard he says/ people
accept me this way/ why can't you?/ this is
definitely the last pimple i say/ it's the
biggest one here okay?/ at the prospect of
climax my vision is glaring/ i develop a one
track way of seeing/ but they don't have to
live with you i think/ my suspicion is ripe/
my mission to force the white stuff out/
ultimately to make things right/ it might
be white but it's superficial/
                                         he shudders/
i have to get it out i say/ they eventually
go as hard as a rock/ it will stay there
forever/ an ugly lump beneath the skin/ my
expression set smooth like cement/ my only
hope left before loathing/ i would squeeze
my own forehead to threads if he wasn't here/
but i fear i would only find blackheads/ not
like the hard red marbles on his feeble body/
spreading & growing the better i know him/
bald mountains of irritable skin corruption/
now shuddering/
                        now walking/ he is parading
before me/ now branded before me with mean
red sores/ stalking the bedroom angry &
pitiful/ still he will not talk/ i must have
it from you today/ i want the truth i say/
you owe me that much/ i will lick it from his
back if i have to/ close friends are disgusted/
let him squeeze them himself they say/ some of
them liked him at first/ at first they noticed
the blackness on my brow/ liking him more/ but
slowly he took clothes off/ exposed & ugly
the better they knew him/ the more they warned
me to stop squeezing/
                                 but i was blind &
did not stop/ to me it was a physical thing/
finally he had too much/ poison drying on the
surface/ he talked & talked & did not stop/
it was finally out/ betrayal of trust in a
hideous way/ i can only say that my friends
were right/ i should have stopped squeezing/ he
killed our love with an accurate blow/ i was
the last to know about this/ only then did i
stop/ johnny's back exposed & hurting/ my
tears sticky & desperate mingled in pus

    

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