The boy peaked too earlyturned textured, fibrous as he grewhills and tensions across fleshNow inflated, now burstingamong peers who were still smoothNot only sprouted but longingfor the crevices his body had carved out for itselfthe same sweat streaking his fabricsHe asked himself often but silentlyWhy his desires were hewnto reflect his own form The boyContinue reading “Peak”