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harvest

my father stops calling me honey
because boys are not sweet

they are gravel spilling out of open mouths
on the playground

and when i start looking more and more
like a man, he begins to trip

over the gravel
that he imagines

has grown into bigger
and more dangerous rocks

that if he comes too close
may crush something inside him instead

but i was never the kind of boy
that ate gravel or threw rocks

i watched
how honeysuckle grew

on backyard fences
and the brick walls of public pool houses

and in the summer i would sit
in the shade and pluck them

tuck them into mickey mouse beach towels
tied into baskets

or leave them for safe-keeping
in another kid’s hair

like presents or secrets
but now that i am

a man—
when i kiss someone

i imagine pressing them
into a surface like water

picking a honeysuckle
from above their head

and pressing the wet end
into their mouth like a cigarette

assuring them that they can also
be gentle and sweet

in case no one ever did.


Allen Means (Twitter: @allenWhy) is a queer, trans poet from Boulder, CO, currently living in Philadelphia. He holds an MFA from the University of Miami, where he was James A. Michener Fellow. His work appears in South Florida Poetry Journal, Voicemail Poems, Nimrod International, and elsewhere.

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