Between the bone and the boner
Lies tender meat.

Betrayed by metamorphosis
A butterfly emerges to smell the wild flowers
On the side of the road. A boy’s journey
On his crossroad taken.

An eclipse, of how toys grow
Flesh on bone, glow on fat and curves on anatomy
At all the right places
For all the wrong reasons

When a little paper boat
Becomes a hull of flesh
And a beautiful kite, a dazzling frock

When a boy is pushed from a ledge
To embrace his perpetual fall

To the death row
Of counter-immunity.


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