Cum Sonnet with Prepubescent Titties by Gray Davidson Carroll
I fantasize about a day when my survival becomes unremarkable
Cum Sonnet with Prepubescent Titties
The first thing I noticed about my tits was that the right one was coming in bigger than the left. The internet says this puts me in the statistical minority. The President says my gender does not exist. The IRS says I will pay for my erasure. I fantasize about a day when my survival becomes unremarkable, about a day when getting my tits sucked feels like getting my tits sucked, and not like an act of resistance. I can’t wait for them to drop, to droop. I want titties that transition from one stage of life to the next. I want transition beyond transition. I want to watch myself die without worrying I’ll be killed.
First published in ONLY POEMS (March 2025)
 | A guest post by
|
Oh, this poem that at first sounded like a joke poem from its title broke me.
Peak cinema 🙌.
Honestly, though—a killer poem. It felt like a 30-second theatrical experience that makes you yearn for its feature film (or am I crazy again?). May the gods bless this person and give them a decent sucker.
In fact this is so good I might transition from Baudelaire to contemporary poetry if this divine madness continues to evolve these unhinged, most/moist-sincere ways. 🫶