Adventures Of Rat Boy Poem by Khristian E. Kay

you were always a queer little boy
I mean that in the archaic sense of
my own historical lexicon meaning
unique different extra-ordinary the
words I grew up with as opposed
to the name you now embrace
with your tales of super human feats
and exploits of speed and flight
and visibility you aligned yourself
with rats I think you identified
with the darkness the scurry of time
and their gentle intelligence
your flock of hair dark in your eyes
some or another blanket tied about
your shoulders derring-do in your
diapered shorts as you’d land from
the couch with a “da-ta-da!
I am Rat Boy! ”

now you are not so little
you are not the queer little boy I
could hold in the palm of my hand
rocking you throughout your sleepless
nights afflicted by some fear or sickness
that only I could subside by rocking
and singing low sad songs about your
blue eyes pale in the twilight
perhaps this was the darkness you tried
to hold onto for so many years
slumbering against my neck
my hand at once soldiering you and
caressing your tiny back secure
and wanted and loved


no you no longer are that little boy
you are a man forthright still queer
however now it is on your terms
the colloquial mantle you carry about you
in your furthering defense of truth and
righteousness of becoming
erect and defined substantiated
in a society callous and afraid

you are not that queer little boy
you are my son still wanted and loved



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