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yesterday,
a boy looked in the mirror & saw
the reflection of his father in his
wedding suit.
he fists bumped the mirror & shattered
the thought of finding
a wife.
today,
a boy desired to know what he
looks like when he’s at the verge
of climax
he peered into his lover’s eyes & saw
a reflection of his father in his
funeral clothes
tomorrow,
a boy will rehearse the memories of yesterday
while flipping through the pages
of an old diary
his eyes will become misty with salt particles
his shoulders will drop like sun-beaten vegetables
he will desire the warmth of a woman’s embrace
he’ll get cold shivers
instead
a boy was never a preacher
of love
