She Kum on My Quat Til' I

Roll over
the night is cool.
My window is open, and the breeze sways
translucent white curtains
My balls tighten

She asks where it is I am going.

I say,
"I have to lay out the kumquat article for tonight
or they will spank me
again
and again
until my white little butt
is red."

Red like the sun over the California sky,
red like my little book, forever reaching upwards,
red like the flag in my room,
red like the hot sticky blood pumping in my heart,
red like love,
red like you.

—

She says, "Come back to bed, please, I need you."
"Too bad," I say.
"Satire calls,
I must design a meme about that damned
Cheeto man."
I am going to prove a white boy is
capable of challenging the status quo

She asks,
"Why don't you write an article about
Pike or Fiji?"

"Heh."

The world is shit, what does she know? (in my head)
"What I am doing is important work,"
I reply.
"What?" she asks, "You don't mean that, do you?"

—

"Don't you know the world is fucked?"

There is a dang pedophile,
ephebophile, in our dinosaur lab.

—

My little penis mightier than any sword.
Let me change the world
one graphic for an article at a time.