Lodestar Quarterly

Lodestar Quarterly
Figure reaching for a star Issue 17 • Spring 2006 • Poetry

Just Do It

Trebor Healey

Horseshit on his shoes
His jeans smell like wet dog
So strip the sexy bastard --
belt, pants down, his hairy legs kicking to help
The shrapnel scar on his knee breaks my heart
But his is closed for business
so I stand on the streetcorner of our love
like one of those guys shaking a cardboard sign

This is how I spend my longing
tearing off his clothes
He watches me with a hint of suspicion
a passive fuck you on his brow
There's lint in his belly button
his pubic hair pressed flat
cuz he doesn't shower often
His cock blue-gray-brown Mexican
hard and curved
His balls big and loose
His ass like a stallion's
I don't know why I want his cum so bad
He's a lousy kisser
And fucking him feels like crying

Trebor Healey is the author of the 2004 Ferro-Grumley and Violet Quill award-winning novel Through It Came Bright Colors. His poetry collection Sweet Son of Pan is due out from Suspect Thoughts Press in June 2006, and a short story collection, A Perfect Scar and Other Stories, is will be released by Harrington Park Press in 2007. Trebor lives in Los Angeles where he is at work on his second novel. www.treborhealey.com.

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