rose rash |
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i was sixteen it didn't hurt or itch, even but it looked awful so my mother made an appointment with the dermatologist it covered my left side with large pink spots that seemed to spread from the thigh outward at his office the doctor brought to my skin a bright light with a magnifying lens i scanned my body as he did we weren't looking for the same thing he was answering his own questions i was looking at all the parts of me that needed work, suddenly i felt dirty like i should've shaved before going there the rash was named after a french guy bernard something might as well be the first man i ever slept with
for six weeks hiding behind closed doors i waited it out and was thankful it didn't hurt or itch, even bernard was pretty in his own way his shade of pink remains the most beautiful i've seen i wondered why he didn't cover my entire body i would've gone out in public i would've announced our relationship to the world |
Jad Yassine is a goet (gay poet), born and raised in Tripoli, Lebanon. He moved to Montpelier, Vermont and recently earned his MFA in Writing & Publishing at Vermont College of Fine Arts. Currently, he is making sure he never stops writing.