By Kit Isherwood
you ask me if I’m bisexual whether I’ve eaten as much pussy
as I have ass I tell you no comb your hair
with my fingers still damp from our sex
your body glistens with the shimmer of the night’s
moon the curtains open because you like it
that way like the off chance that someone might catch
sodomy through the window the risk you tell me this
call it sodomy as if that was how you were taught
about us about the passion we’ve shared
I understand of course your parents live in another city
hoping you’ll bring home a sweet Hindi girl that
you’ll move back and live close by start a family
I ask whether you’ve ever been with a woman in love
or otherwise you ask why I never asked you that of a man
Kit Isherwood (he/him) is a twenty-six year old queer poet from Birmingham. His poetry has been published in various places, such as Verve, Young Poets Network, Ligeia, Queerlings, Fahmidan, Tealight Press, Dreich, Spelt, Acid Bath Publishing, and Muswell Press. He is currently working on his first pamphlet.