by Gerald So
(11/08/06)

she said,
strapping his right wrist
to the headboard.
His answer came out
a hum through the
duct tape.
Hard to remember to
breathe through his nose.

What would his parents say
if they knew the
girl he brought home
for Thanksgiving
was into this sort of thing?

The clincher would be
for them to see,
as he did,
straining his neck,
how much he liked it.

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