MAIN SQUEEZIN’ ME OFF

i love you and the way you jack off into the urinal
             like, metaphorically bro

or maybe literally but i 
             wouldn’t be able to watch
             you do it

the jealousy would be too much
             i’d rip it out of the wall
             smash it on the floor of mcloughlin’s lobby

remember when we were talking there
             and you knew the names of everyone walking by?
             you knew them like you were licking porcelain and that made me so sick

you drink piss like it’s a metaphor for something
             something pickle-backed
             and fuck that shit was so yellow it might as well been 
             the literal thing

and you and the urinal, i don’t think i’ve ever known a poem so well 
before i watched you write it 
like i was under your coonskin cap
                          and i just want to go back
                          to stare at your jizz turning into crust
                          in the indigo soapscum cracks 
                          of that cool thing you did.

                          christ, i wanna do it too.

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Rubin Forrette (She/her & he/him) is an emerging poet and artist studying at Southern Oregon University in Ashland, Oregon. She spends most of her time ignoring suitors on Grindr and pretending to be a dog on the internet. She can be found on Twitter at @Capegloam and on Instagram at @Viralsiren