Last night’s
39 year old child slut
thickened my cock
with stories about seducing stepfather
to save sacrificial sisters before
sex party bareback orgies.
He tells me there’s no need for condoms
if I’m on PrEP…
he smiles at this
through piss stained teeth
as if I don’t remember that he’s poz
and has suffered countless infections,
although herpes, he has also confessed,
still terrifies him.
He’s not without his charm,
this not altogether foreign creation;
he stands as myth; a tall tale
of erotic urban legends.
But it’s his step-story which really makes me
question our reality.
Could this stranger be an alternate version of myself
from monster rat infested Surinam?
This is both too fantastical to be true,
and too close to the truth to not be questioned.
But our shared tragedy
is not truly identical.
Siblings of a kind,
our similar origin stories
are sadly, merely universal,
and not the horrific singular experience
of one fragmented individual.
The places we started are synonymous
and we have both arrived in the same location;
it is only our trajectories
which have truly separated us.
Written by Jason Wright
October 9, 2018