Government Camp I

I’m welling like a tick,

A bloody spurt of our military past together,

Fathers with daughters,

And the mythology of you and I,

This is how we become.

 

Here is the summer light in spots,

Gold through tall Virginia trees,

And I am laying splinter covered,

A tender sliver of child,

Dreaming in the hot sinking sun afternoon.

 

Men in khaki shirts,

The heat rising from their bodies

Like so much ferment,

Sludge, or something rotten and left in the sun too long

Barely contained and smelling of cum and piss.

 

Dogs spinning kicking the mowed grass,

Worn planks as my naptime cot,

Away from situations of disconnect,

I loll day-dreaming,

Sleepy in the cool of later.

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About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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