boxers.

today I washed blood out of my boxers, in the bathroom sink, 20 minutes before school.

the blood was dark brown against the ugly green fabric, and with my fingers wet with cold water

I wonder if this is all I will ever have.

I wonder if this is what it's like to be a colorful collection of slurs, if this is what I'll be in the end.

I wonder if there's poetry in this,

and I wonder if I'm clever enough to write it.

my fingers scrub between the legs, and I'm not disgusted.

although I know other people would be.

Author's Note

pardon the nonsense