| Watching Frat Boys through My Bedroom Window by Robert Wells An army of banal pastels parades across the sidewalk. Hot boys trapped behind horizontal prison bars of polo shirts begin to bombard Franklin Street. Their necks are lined with puka shells, their faces eclipsed by 5 o'clock shadows, their arms faintly but firmly muscled. A moan escapes me as one nonchalantly lifts his top, and I see pubic hairs peeking over a waistband embroidered with a name that is probably not his. His jeans hang on his ass much like a sloth clings to a tree limb for dear life. I try to envision them crashing down to ankles hugged by white sneakers. His palm adjusts his crotch as I wonder what biological device drives him, and do I want the car or what's behind the wheel? They disappear into a shady bar as I close my blinds to fantasize of the skin hiding behind their masculinity. |
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Robert Wells is a poet, journalist and social activist. He was the editor-in-chief of the oldest student-run lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, intersex and queer-affirming publication in the U.S. for three years, which publishes an annual art and literary issue. He has been published in the U.S. and The Netherlands and has studied under |