Cock Water
Two cocks are better than one
I thought
As I look down at my two cocks
Floating in a pot of frothing, hot water
How odd to feel so connected
and disassociated from these objects at once
They are me
But they are also something to be
detached, sterilized, and laid out to dry
My experience with a cock will always be
a little distanced
I’ll never know
what it feels like
to sink into a woman’s cunt like wet sand
To spray my cum on someone
Like DNA confetti
But that’s okay
My experience is singular
How many men get to switch hit cocks?
How many men get to fuck without ending?
How many men know the cunt like a blueprint from birth?
Sometimes I forget to take the
Cock water off the stove
The pot is my own genderqueer baptismal font
And the cock water stays on the stove for days
This ritual keeps time in my life
I’ll stare down at many cocks in many pots of water
Like a sundial of lust, desire
I am the sun
I tell myself
I am the sun
As I watch the cocks boil
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Clem Breslin is a trans-identified writer and activist. They graduated from Sarah Lawrence College with a BA in writing in 2010. They currently work as a QA Engineer at Twitter and live in Oakland, California.
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