The love that dare not speak its name

is the fat boy's love. He cannot speak it but, grunting, lards his verses with it. He scratches his arms to bleed the grease, its oily sentiment. At night, he grinds his love into his teeth. The words strain out, are gelatinous, wrung out like an apology for the vessel in which it comes. Because … Continue reading The love that dare not speak its name

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