Day: November 18, 2017

Trigger warning: this poem is about the sexual abuse of a child.

Hands lurk in the walls they

wait till Peter’s asleep then
jump him and strip him

bare.

They say he looks like an angel
these hands that stroke his skin,
his hair, make his dick tingle:
get hard, these hands, they
say the Angel Gabriel’s dick

gets hard

too.

Peter closes his eyes and cries with
the other angels:

all of them naked and erect and waiting
for God to stop touching them.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved