by Gage Michael Wheatley
Run your finger along my thigh, follow the path
from the corner of your eye, the path that led you
from my ass to my surgical scars, blinking—
“s.o.s.”
Your finger continues on, tracing my constellations;
I’m there, pinned somewhere between Herakles &
Boötes, with wine stained lips & spit in my mouth.
Gage Michael Wheatley
Gage Michael Wheatley (he/him) is a queer poet and artist from Tiohtià:ke/Montreal. Gage allows his unconscious mind to explore himself, his body and the environment, and blurs their lines. His writing and photography has recently appeared in CV2, Yolk Literary Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, and Montreal Serai.
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