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THE SWELLS OF SUMMER







THE SWELLS OF SUMMER

 

It was a sweaty day—

hurray for sunshine

 

and drenched bodies. 

Beneath the wet white shirt,

 

every muscle speaks

the gospel, every ounce

 

of fat sings.  The lies

are uncovered

 

that outerwear screens.

The falsehood of coats,

 

the lying scarf and hat

are put well away.

 

On that sweaty day,

I uncovered

 

that I was gay.  Poolside,

fathers, sons, brothers,

 

paraded hairy chests

and muscles.  With a trumpet

 

in my wet white trunks,

I watched them and wondered

 

then ducked beneath my shirt

and shorts.  I could only sink that day.

 

It was a sweaty day

when I learned to love

 

the underneath of things.

 

Beneath my bed, I hid

my Blue Boy magazines.

 

Beneath my clothes, I hid

my tumescent summering.

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