An Ode to my Body Hair

by Anonymous Zach started wearing shorts Fabric cutting off nine inches below the waist Matted rivers of glistening soldiers Stood erect on his ankles, shins, and thighs Bent knees traversed my forests of envy Desire overtook my fingers and they crept Closer towards his displays of masculinity With realization comes clambering to the bathroom My thick traitorous fingers poking At the mass of naked flesh … Continue reading An Ode to my Body Hair