GO FOR IT
The monster pulls my hair out
by the roots.
He abandons me in the desert
where it’s so hot,
my eye-bulbs burst.
And he turns the night on me,
makes it so dark,
I disappear.
He has tied me to a tree more than once.
And jabbed my body with spears,
just above the heart.
Opposites.
Opposites.
Opposites.
They say we attract
but, more likely,
we learn from one another.
If I were a monster,
I would do all this to him.
If he were me,
he would take it.
Andrej Bilovsky (he/him) is a queer poet and performance artist. Former editor of Masculine-Feminine and Kapesnik. His poetry can be found at the Quiver and Down In The Dirt.
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