Good Boy

by Jane Davitt




He dreams of seeing a bird's eye gleam darkly as it wheels high overhead, its wing-beats harsh flutters. Dreams of a woman glimpsed across the football field, a friend's mother, so his arousal is shame-spiced, but she reeks of sex as well as Chanel. Deep in the woods surrounding the field, he sees a man, and he knows and shares their guilt.

Dreams and wishes memories wouldn't flood his head as he sleeps.

Dreams he's still a freak, and hopes he wakes to find he's normal, Dad's good boy, his favorite.

Please.

Let tomorrow be the day he's normal again.



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