no, i’m not sure why. i remember where. maybe
i was wearing boxers. no, they came off
easily, like any skin would.
he was as forceful as his joint allowed. always inside.
outside too. i forget what he said afterwards.
before, he said play brothers do this. want this.
his demands: bend down. unclench. pray a little.
no, i don’t think he was christian. no, we didn’t church
together. probably late afternoon. or evening;
i remember a sullen moon caught between eyelids—
bronze; the color of august.