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.