How To Be Saved & My (our) Strap by Salem B Holden
18+ Warning: These works are sexually explicit.
How To Be Saved
(choose anarchy)
choose sinful sediment instead
hold hands and make out with other dyke boys
trade clothes and
choose double entendres
double mastectomies
write love poems and hide them
under their pillow
hoping the gender affirming fairy
will grant them
a non-silicone phallus
chose life rafts
instead of steamboats
choose yourself and throw out
your birthname—forget your DNA too—
rewrite the code with red blue bottles
choose a body that feels like home
pray to genderqueer Jesus
all the girlboys want to kiss you too
after anchoring in androgens together
choose salvation through sin:
suck each other’s straps in the women’s bathroom
and then finger fuck in the men’s
stare at the clouds like Alan Watts would
and know they’re blinking back at you
be like a tree—dendrites and all—
grow ten different limbs
and when the city cuts them off
grow ten more
choose anarchy
choose sin
choose burnt bibles
choose confessions
but only confess the good.
My (Our) Strap
I stared at my (our) strap after we (i) broke up
with you, its base nuzzled in the black hole o-
ring of our love was amazing and righteous
and fearless and i don’t really want to lose
you or my (our) strap but i know i have to buy
my own strap with its orange phallus mixing
with the blues and pinks and the cum stains
i’ve never washed (i know we were afraid to
wash them away) but fuck Tom Robbins,
love never stays and it does, doesn’t it? my
woodpecker penis will never feel the same
inside of another person, the gentle and hard
thrust as i grabbed your hips and felt our
bodies move in sync i’ve never known a love
language like the one when my (our) strap
with its fictitious veins protruding like the
ones out of my (our) hands like tree trunks
and yours entangle mine and my (our) strap
enters me and my cum becomes your cum i
know my (our) strap should have never been
yours or mine and i’m sorry to have shared it
so much with you but i’m also not sorry and
glad that night i superglued the dildo into the
strap hoping the glue would never
disintegrate my fingers melded together and i
tried to lick the glue clean my hands are raw
with your scent i never want to wash off (but
why did we (i) wash each other away?)
