Anticipation of the punishment:

The punishment. The punishment meted

a diffusion, oddly disappointing…

Will you call my mother? The sleight-of-hand 

punishment has parceled its glimmer-work

and out-transcended adolescence’s

unrecollected textual vacuum. 

Whether from myself or from all of you,

my secrets… those absurd tufts of pubic 

hair nearly comical in contrast to 

exclusive tan lines, discolored privates,

sex’s effect on the presexual,

the sense of a dissection folded and 

refolded... are nothing but sexual.