i hope you’re warm, most of the time.
because when you 
plunged deep* and 
telegraphed scritching paper rips
i figured it was 
cause you were cold. 

not down* 

treasure and hold close this
endless jerk off,
i feel like a chump 
most of the time.

all the kids i used to know
grew up and out and
the sticky warm night-dew licking at my legs is
comforting when i think 
about them.

i know you didn’t ask for 
daddy issues and
porno dreams. 
they come with age.