Str8 girls who go to gay pride, part 1

by Erin Teegarden

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part 1:

the boys at pride toss a fat rubber dildo --

pink faux-flesh soars across the parade, across

processions of floats with queens and princes

of speedos. 

 

back and forth we watch them throw it

sometimes one of them shakes it in the face

of a passing commissioner, or uses it to spank

the ass of a half naked dancer, but

mostly it’s just a crowd game of catch --

 

back and forth the blunt dick flies.

when it torpedoes for the second row girls,

we treat it like a tossed bouquet, grenade --

we scream and scatter; it bounces off the sidewalk.       

 

we’re just here to look at neon fashion, man

to read the t-shirt slogans, maybe drink

a couple beers, maybe get some sun.

we are not interested in games men

like to play with themselves.

Comments

[Elizabeth Terrazas]

we go to the Lexington/we don't care
we care a lot/for the hello's
it is safe here/and just a little more than
what we know/exactly what we wonder
two PBR's please/lets play pool

[dk]

until football season

[tam]

comes