You are yellow
and studying
and studying
to be a sex object.
You are the full moon
waxing. You are the yellow
I feel along me like brushgrass. When you move
I see that you are doing well in your lessons.
You are the trying bell. I think we should
study together at sex object school. It’s not
a place you go, it’s a lifestyle.
You are brave
like a dandelion, but I want
more, I want to eat your yellow wisps.
When I brought you a lemon you claimed
it wasn’t yellow. I want the truth, I want
the truth, because when you yellowed me
it hurt. It hurt to transluce.
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John Myers is an MFA candidate at the University of Montana.
