Sext to absalom
BY AIDAN FORSTER
Finalist for the 2018 Gregory Djanikian Scholars Program
Previously appeared in Sixth Finch
In an attempt to look regal I lopped
off the head of a black snake
The small tissues in my chest tore
& patterned more beautifully
The sparkle of my boyhood
rose, in my throat, & sang
When asked why I will say someone
told me I am an ugly bag of bones
I will say yes, I split the snake
against the promise of my own becoming
Let me explain: somewhere a boy
swallows his own monstrous tongue
Somewhere a boy shatters another boy
then kisses his knuckles, one by one
He is named the most beautiful boy
in the whole goddamn country
He is more beautiful than the snake
unwound in black on crabgrass
More beautiful than me: sweat
& scales blessing my skin, Father
More beautiful than a thing
that starts & ends broken
Look, I am jealous
because you had a life
& I had two bodies, neither
of which I knew how to use
Bildungsroman with Distant Nation
BY AIDAN FORSTER
Finalist for the 2018 Gregory Djanikian Scholars Program
Previously appeared in BOAAT
After Cathy Linh Che
In summer, my father spoke German with Ms. Elka.
I learned the word for dream, traume,
slept clumsy in my white bed before the mirror.
& the word for love: Elka’s son
with his tongue in my mouth. Perfect blonde boy
from the city, skin flashlit with all his summers.
When Ms. Elka visited, I poured her water
& brought her cookies on a plastic tray.
I greeted her in what little I knew,
mouth searching for the wounding language.
I didn’t know how to say that I took her son
into my mouth like a river, or that I held
a small lightbox in my chest that flashed
when he touched my hairy inner thigh.
All I knew was escape: to sleep facedown,
dream in a language I could not speak:
a land with no homes, no fathers or women:
a lush swath of forest, its wrens nesting like wrens.