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This cabin smells damp Tucked away in the timber Backroaded Secluded Welcome to Deer Camp It was wintertime And we had to *** Into a tube in the wall PVC I’m at that awkward age Not lanky But frumpy and weird So hand me a rifle For the slaughter Of a creature I revered Man, what we do To make our fathers proud My secret was I hated guns And loved boys I really only went on this trip Because I heard that John Grilled some mean potatoes Accented with caramelized Onions and garlic The rumors were true The fire crackles Against a sky Of light blue I watched these men Bearded and loud Would I ever be like them? Did I want to be? My quiet heart Felt alien A freak I wasn’t a hunter Instead I gathered A harvest of me Thoughts and emotions Into a cauldron Of poetry But I kept that part Hidden Tucked away For another day The men in their Camouflage attire Yawn as the sun sets I try to fit Into the cabin We retire The lantern’s light Flickers across The walls of the room Sam’s Club candy For dessert Distant thunder Booms It was bedtime And a storm was rolling In the atmosphere and in My head full of fear Can someone please Get me out of here I cried from my cot “Please take me home” My dad glared What a disappointing Drive that was Have I ever not Let you down? I think As blankly ahead I stared We pull into the driveway Ignition turns off Headlamps extinguish He unlocks the door By the light of the moon I feel Relief and anguish Mom was annoyed This was supposed to be Her weekend alone Grieving the death Of her own mother She hugs me While wiping A tear from her Cheekbone Steel Magnolias And a box of Kleenex I ruined that You brought a fairy To deer camp What did you expect?
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Oct 1, 2022
Oct 1, 2022 at 12:54 AM UTC
Deer Camp
This cabin smells damp Tucked away in the timber Backroaded Secluded Welcome to Deer Camp It was wintertime And we had to *** Into a tube in the wall PVC I’m at that awkward age Not lanky But frumpy and weird So hand me a rifle For the slaughter Of a creature I revered Man, what we do To make our fathers proud My secret was I hated guns And loved boys I really only went on this trip Because I heard that John Grilled some mean potatoes Accented with caramelized Onions and garlic The rumors were true The fire crackles Against a sky Of light blue I watched these men Bearded and loud Would I ever be like them? Did I want to be? My quiet heart Felt alien A freak I wasn’t a hunter Instead I gathered A harvest of me Thoughts and emotions Into a cauldron Of poetry But I kept that part Hidden Tucked away For another day The men in their Camouflage attire Yawn as the sun sets I try to fit Into the cabin We retire The lantern’s light Flickers across The walls of the room Sam’s Club candy For dessert Distant thunder Booms It was bedtime And a storm was rolling In the atmosphere and in My head full of fear Can someone please Get me out of here I cried from my cot “Please take me home” My dad glared What a disappointing Drive that was Have I ever not Let you down? I think As blankly ahead I stared We pull into the driveway Ignition turns off Headlamps extinguish He unlocks the door By the light of the moon I feel Relief and anguish Mom was annoyed This was supposed to be Her weekend alone Grieving the death Of her own mother She hugs me While wiping A tear from her Cheekbone Steel Magnolias And a box of Kleenex I ruined that You brought a fairy To deer camp What did you expect?
#queer#father#son#adolescence
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sofolo
M/nashville, tn
Oct 1, 2022
Oct 1, 2022 at 12:54 AM UTC
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