Eighth Grade

I drew a picture of Mr. Gary

with five dicks penetrating each

of his orifices, including

his nose holes.

A couple more dicks stuck into holes they bored

for themselves.

Then dicks penetrated dicks, and so on …

until the whole page

was a solar system

of bloody cock, in which Mr. Gary

comfortably lived.

The zealous Romanian squealed

and Mr. Gary called me into the office

and expelled me that same day

—even though he looked so royal,

content

and happy

in that universe

of dick.