Fall 1993 • Vol. XV No. 4 Poetry |

Anima

Feeling along the bearded edges, this tattooed husk peels away; a tangerine lipsticked and heart attacked in years, straight-arrowed into manhood and back again. At times she is in the mirror, in the paleness of hairless legs short-panted on the way home from school, locked in the bathroom in amazement at the first sprouting of pubic hair. Now, voice-changed, military-commanded and tube-tied, locker room proven and gym-showered, I curl myself into that familiar sleep, let her eyelids fall inside mine and drift through lavatory rooms filled with nervous laughter where grown men stand to piss.

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