Monday, September 11, 2017

Ditat Deus by Eduardo C. Corral

Ditat Deus

In high school I worked as a bag boy. To prevent shoplifting my boss had me follow the Mexicans and the Native Americans around the grocery store. I was slightly troubled by this. So I only followed the handsome men.

I learned how to make love to a man
by touching my father.
I would unlace his work boots,
pull off his socks,
& drag my thumbs
along the arches of his feet.
When he slept I would trace
the veins of his neck,
blue beneath my fingertip.
He would lift me each morning
onto the bathroom counter,
dot my small palms
with dollops of shaving cream
so I could lather his face.


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