This week, a poem by Eric Tran.
I Wrote a Poem with Faggot
for the first time. Flying my flaggot out
high, how it ribbons in the wind—God
what flamboyant youth, what emotional
baggot prevented this celebraggot
and naked joy. Scraggot loud with fierce
intention: I am Eric Traggot, I read
Kramer’s cynical Faggots and was hard
as a raggot, angry, spilled teenage
saggot on those paggots of men fucking
into ruin and traggot. And still I pray
on my knaggot, shameless worship
of daggots, even boys who thraggoted
me with rocks were baggot, denial won’t
staggot danger. Always on my lips, faggot
and smile, teeth and faggot, O faggot
faggot faggot faggot.
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ERIC TRAN is a resident physician in Asheville, NC. His chapbook of poetry, Revisions, is available from Sibling Rivalry Press. His work appears in or is forthcoming in Four Way Review, Prairie Schooner, and DIAGRAM.
