Penis Fencing

Coming at this with a foil, poised darling, perched

along the high reef’s pinnacle. Self-awareness is severe.

I read your biography. I learned everything about you from the internet.

Who can get whose hand around your throat, de facto male, de facto female?

Like the bathroom photo uploaded to the worldwide supermarket bag.

The flatworms do it because they have to. Watch them swing and slit the most private wound of all. You say rapier because it is the French word for dagger. I say come at me

with the irony in your fist.

I read your profile. I know who you were fucking last night.

They do it because they have to. Call it survival, but one of the worms must lose, inevitable

pregnant hiss of disappointment.

One of us must waste our lives caring for the sting.