Fuck Thank You

I suppose I should be thankful
That you taught me
To swallow my ‘no, thank you’s”
How to make walking shame look dignified in the rain
at 3am
That the measly fabric between my crotch and your finger is durable enough
To not take things ‘too far’

Because it taught me to see that
A man who loves me
Will choose to see me
As a humble Nazarene man
Hanging on a cross
Exchanging His own oxygen for your
Heavy breathing
When you grope me
Lying on your futon

So, thank you
For teaching me
That I’m not worth being seen.


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