- Poem
I started readinglong before I searchedfor sex and still foundcruising to be a viableform of transport.
If definedas a willingnessto pick up codesI am defined. Desperationis too creative, so that
before it evertouches your lipsyou’re practicallya genius at detectingits presence. Crudely,
I was a bloodhound.They were everywhere—swimming pools, familyvacations, and at that agewho would be charged [End Page 234]
with discrimination.The thirsting want to be fed.Always that confusion.So if he is my brother,who isn’t my brother? [End Page 235]
Justin Sherwood’s poems and essays have appeared in H_NGM_N, The Poetry Project Newsletter, New Criticals, and elsewhere. In 2012 he received the Paul Violi Prize in Poetry from the New School.