Dorsey Craft

MY FOOTBALL TEAM IS WINNING

And a man is so fucking happy for me. I am head-
to-toe in gold, painted stripes, liquor dribbling

over my eyelids. I slosh back
So build me a stadium. Another man wants
to know what it’s like at the game, I say

it’s like an angel brown with tobacco
spit and bourbon. I used

to think some men were built

better. I used to think shoulder pads were muscle
through to the core.
I goddamn love that cumshot feeling

the clock ticking down, the spike
in the end zone, the personal / foul. I’m covered

in the juice of it. I want a man to text me,
Fuck you, Dorsey.
I’ll shoot a sonnet back, That really means  a lot.

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