It’s March! Again! Hi!

Thanks for coming back to Some Gay Poems for another gay little poem. Know anyone else who needs some gay poems in their life?

This week’s poem is a Petrarchan sonnet. It’s the first non-free-verse poem I’ve written for this gay little series, and I hope you enjoy. I really enjoy playing with structured poetry forms! This poem is different for me, genre-wise — more fantasy/horror than my usual ~realism~.

Anyway, this week’s poem is a sonnet about oviparity.

Here’s an out-of-context photo of me face-swapping with my tattoo of Echidna holding an echidna. IDK, y’all, it’s a monotreme reference.

I, Monotreme

I woke to find I’d laid an egg.I knew not how it came to be,but I did know it came from me.Of late, I had, in truth, been preg-nable to fantasy. (I begyou to allow your mind to seebeyond the body’s boundary.)The egg was there, where leg meets leg.

The egg was warm, its shell was dry.I knew not what it could contain.I did know what my choices were:Patience or consumption. Icould eat it whole or else abstain.You’ve read this all — which did occur?

— Misha Solomon

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