November 28, 2009

J. Bradley

The Stranger

Son, you will wear shame like a bruise
if I accidentally catch you flossing
want from the gums of your zipper.

Make sure you lock the door, hide
what papers line the cage of your lust
when you aren't surveying
the botanical garden of your body.

Swallow the sparrows of yes
before they escape; wash
your hands after.


J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books). His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in wtf pwm, decomP, Dogzplot, Writers' Bloc among other journals. Find out more about him here.

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