Summer 1993 • Vol. XV No. 3 Poetry |

Family Romance

Whenever I catch two men kiss, in the streets, or in the movies, I'm filled with so much envy, always wanting to be filled up the way a woman would. Their jaws interlock as if to kill--- True, it was a lioness that I saw suffocate a wildebeest once--- but the depths of their tongues that churn round in the caves of their mouths like fornicating hips or shamans, writhing with prayer before the primordial campfire, I recognize parasitically for I can only feminize, exiled to the inversion of this passion. If hell is starvation, then always from me the carrot of equanimity gleams in its linear superiority, born on my knees, as it were. I serve in abstention, help throw into high relief like Mount Rushmore the great through representation of the mediocre, of the mother, of earthen conjugation freshly seeded whether or not barren I remain. Although, I too know the friction of torso against my skin, rubbed against the pecks of my breasts, flexed tendons like a horse's neck. I've lubri

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By Tory Dent

Whenever I catch two men kiss, in the streets, or in the movies, I'm filled with so much envy, always wanting to be filled up the way a woman would. […]

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