Home Depot of Pubes
By Thảo Đinh
I am trying my hardest
to believe that my pubes
are beautiful
Every time I think
of “down there”
I cringe I flinch I retreat
to drink a sip of water
But then I feel my throat moist my uterus twitches my vagina secretes
The black curls of my pubes
Tangle
Inside my pharynx
Just like my clogged sink from last Friday night when
maintenance wasn’t around until 8AM on Monday when
I had trouble retrieving my account for a utility request when
I thought I had to live in the unspoken uncomfortableness, which added to my already uncomfortable
tangles
of life
He fixed it
He said I’m beautiful
He drove me to Home Depot first thing on Saturday and then he fixed it
He laughed when
I pronounced it /home dee pott/, not /home de pauw/
I look at my unclogged
sink and think to
myself if allowed, he’ll
probably bow
down under
under my glorious
pubes and say I’m
Beautiful
he’ll cherish them like how he
cherishes my
eyes and my
lips which are my
favorite parts of my
body he’ll take every
chance with the purest love and
care, I’m sure, to
make my pubes my
new favorite part
of my
body,
too.
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