Never Would Have Worked Out

By Hank LaRose

Your butch mom was always very nice to me

when I visited for dinner.

You’d be snoring on the couch

and she and I would crawl upstairs

to spoon.

She’d always whisper nice things

in my ear

and would grab me with such strength

all my veins would leap

off my skin.

Come 3am you’d still be zonked

on the couch

and your butch mom and I

would be upstairs

covered in sweat

from all the training

we’d do till morning.

And when it was time to go

(like I hadn’t been there)

when we’d both want to stretch

that moment in the doorway,

I would wonder why your butch mom

wouldn’t just fold me up

like a broomstick

cuz she could

just to keep me.

And then I’d remember,

of course,

it’s because she was such a nice lady.

About Hank LaRose:

Hank LaRose is an English and History teacher on the Colorado Front Range. In his spare time, he loves playing soccer and staring out windows.

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