(content warning) I Forget His Name (or "The Shallowness of Youth")

[heslopian]

I knew him in my last years
of high school, when we both
studied A-Level English.

stilted, pretentious, and boring,
he adored Christie, Ms. Agatha,
that twee old lady crime writer,
and thus thought himself "better,"
I think, even though his taste
was on a par with my Nan's,
and he treasured the same
dross I ditched at fourteen.

he was homophobic, too,
in that "gay panic" way,
where the thought of anal
sex made him shiver,
check the cupboard for
monsters and pull the
sheets close, and hold his
girlfriend's hand like one
would the cross.

but he rather liked me,
was handsome as hell
(if hell is handsome)
had rough callused skin
and a pleasant buttocks,
concealed by skinny
stonewash jeans,

so I forgave the man
his trespasses,

like the good Christian
I am.

[billy]

hehe, the 2nd verse was just so.
the 3rd was the same, even more so.

in the 4th is 'a' needed before 'pleasant'?

for me it was delightful read jack.

[heslopian]

Thank you for the kind words and feedback Billy

[addy]

I just love your narrative voice in this one, your descriptions of your nameless (and rather boring) object so bitingly delightful.