Sending a Nude to the Wrong Saint on Accident

All Calvin Klein cotton & bicep. All naval tendon
& alkaline powered. All sinfully sweet & tender
bulge. I remembered your maroon fingernail polish
& crest-fresh smile. I remembered your brash &
tattoos. I remembered your angelic scapulae &
felt the taste of an orchard in my mouth. I wanted
for you to have this. I made this for you. Took it
& took liberties with my own slivered darkness.
Tell me you’d forgive me if I hogged the covers.
Tell me you’d forgive me if I didn’t come at all.
I wanted to. I have a hard time relinquishing
everything I store inside because I’m afraid. I am
bare-ass & eye-tooth. I have a pond in the small
of my back & a sky written at the base of my throat.
Tell me you’ll save this. Tell me that my night
is bright with the possibility of magic & loss.




Samuel J Fox is a bisexual poet and essayist living in the Southern US. He frequents graveyards, dilapidated houses, and coffee shops. He is poetry editor for Bending Genres. He appears in such places as Sooth Swarm Journal, Cahoodaloodaling, and Vagabond City. He Tweets (@samueljfox).

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