Yellow Folder

Flat.

Unremarkable.

Ring stained

        w/ frayed edge.

Tab marked: water/sewer

as if

the contents within

were to be flushed

and forgotten.

How explicitly precise.

Clippings

of excrement meant to

make me feel eight years old again.

Boyish butthole

bleeding.

Trembling hands reaching for

full moon.

I still stare at stars

in the night sky, hoping they are

pin prick

      gateways to a new

existence.

I still pray to God

asking forgiveness

      for future crimes I might commit.

Demon leech.

Vernal shadow perished

between the flaps of

      yellow

            folder

                  monster.

Water/Sewer

Cum/Stain

Soaking wound in pajama.

One day, maybe

the bad luck beauty mark

that haunts me

will become a garden

in a girl's dress

blowing soft kisses.

More likely,

death will take me

before I see it.