Photographer: Cody Perry
Model and Poem Author: Josh Tvrdy (IG / Website)
In the Beginning
For Sam
I have a friend who carved a hole
in the end of a thick cucumber, then hollowed
a tube all the way through
with a spoon. Gentle scraping. Yes,
he fucked the hole he made.
He was a closet-Christian, and nothing
says closet-Christian
like creative masturbation. Or masturbation
with creation. Creation being
the juiciest produce Safeway had to offer.
He didn’t tell me this, but I imagine him lifting
that delicate thing to his eye
and looking through his window at the world
tunneled-dolloped sky, piece
of his neighbor’s lemon tree. I made this, he thinks,
a little ashamed, a little amazed,
which is maybe what we’ll always feel
possessed by desire. I made this—
his dick soft now, sticky, flecked with pale seeds.
POEM BY JOSH TURDY
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