God their sickly bald caps and muscle tees,
beer soaked boner teeth. Outside the door of a cottage with three stories,
a skinny 18 year old boy-baby crosses his arms, asks:
Do your parents love you enough
to choose you?
Name five people you know.
Alive is Joy!! says the President.
Go stick your flesh in blow-up dolls and forget
they have teeth and legs and daddies
of their own. Bring them home.

 

In the bottom of a white columned sorority, 74 girls trade
rape stories for pledging, their bodies drug-
tongued and clapped into by frat belly flu.

 

Baby boys, baby baby baby boys fucked with acid, glittering locked under
the floor tiles of a frat party while boom boxes vibrate through their white, weak bodies.
Fill it with color, prove you're brave, know how to hold a world
in your kneecaps, hold it, naked muling in a line
of paddle whips and promises—
BLINDFOLDS! says the President.

 

Piggies on their knees, chanting Brad Chad’s names, chug each other’s
piss and if one refuses, tie him to a metal pole
for 24 hours, his brothers mopping a circle of saliva
around him, listen to him whimper. This is the Basement

 

of Luck, says the President! So when you meet a girl
there is nothing left in the body but bro baby swag
and tequila, she’ll call you King in a room without
Future. President says.
let me wrench, cripple, cage mind, fuck,

 

you, let me taste you and taze you and spin
this barn party into a day,
when the moon lights up michigan snow and fractures it to feel
like the sun echoing
on everything, this whole land

drenched in yellow.

 

One baby boy spits out a slur
President asks HOW CAN WE REPAY YOU? CAN WE PAY YOU? What do you think
all the thin white babies should do,
lines and lines
of crystal.

 

At the pregame, a room upstairs
swollen with fruit and oil. Please don’t look here! President says,
the fast and finished
sleeping baby girls,
boys lined in beds with IV alcohol.
Attic angels and bottom feeder baby boys
meet in the middle of the ground floor disco,
to fuck, nameless, faces
searching for a portal.

 

A handwritten sign over the bar says No Drinks For Big Girls
FATTIE is no threat to us,
President says, that size 14 society girl
takes up so      much           space, ruins the whole ratio.
President says
when I finger fucked you in the alley did you think about the wind
or your mother.

 

Baby boy kept a hamster
in a cardboard box
for months, cradling it in unthinkable light
only to bite its head off and swallow, BABY RAVE

 

Wedding Disco! We thrift silk gowns from The Salvation Army,
dip them in beerfoam champagne, fist of confetti. President designates Brother 2 & Sister B
to tongue each other under       Feet.    Mist.

                                         Unthinkable light.

DJ Bar-Mitzvah Night! Lift the Catholic in a chair until he is blind and drunk and a man
again, empty his stomach so we can fill him to the ceiling
of the hospital room, five tubes
down his virgin throat.

 

Baby boys fisting each other in a field of mud
to raise money for kids with Cancer.
Baby pie party Fundraiser. A boy's eyelid, overflipped,
fruit dribbling from his pupil. It’s a good
cause, President says.

 

When Fattie girl asks why are you pulping blood, throwing vampiric baths
President says
SO YOU HATE KIDS WITH CANCER?

 

POOR BRAINLESS BABY BOY CHOKES ON A SLUR AGAIN,
wakes up in his underwear and meets his brothers
in the basement,
waits to be whipped.
Baptize the Sensitive! says the President

 

At the football game, a stadium of open jaws vibrating, betting
on gladiators, open molar mourning. This is the time to cry! says President, unleash water
on Anne Arbor buildings, cancel parades, we are the most important place
in America, President says

 

What’s the first thing you killed and was
it breathing or just a feeling
in the body you
were told to ribbon away? President says

 

Veritas, Immortality. Alleys of baby boys pounding
chests, multiplying, crawling on elbows, hiding naked
girls in their bedrooms, cops cumming inside
without permission, interning for daddies’
hedge fund investment.
The world waits empty to receive them.
The first night in the basement,

water dripping off hot pipes
a boy is given a paddle, President
says, You dumb fucking miracle.
Call me yours.