Untitled poem by Michael O’Brien

every summer
i keep finding these green insects
somewhere on my body
like when you get pee on your leg
when you lift your testicles
to wipe your ass
like when horses
wipes honey on your oven mitts
i am scared of the insects in my room
that eat at the puddles of semen
Just realised those horses
were two different colours
dirty white and white
I feel lost already
just sitting in the passenger seat
and watching my dad drive

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