by Vuyi Qubeka
your lust
seeps into me
it forgets that I’m
your child
testes muddied in
their needing
excruciating pain
in the pursuit
of the relief
the path
the supposed cure
a boy stuck in
an old man’s dress
wanting for his father
your lust seeps into me
its scent the secretion
of adolescence
heart curt with the leaving
a fixed youth
weeping indulgence
a boy stuck between rehearsals
wet behind the ear
for his father