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Toby Campion’s Followers (3)
Toby Campion
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Everything is Going to be All Right: Poems for when you really need them
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2021
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Through Your Blood
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“Oyster (2019)
Polari was a secret language used by gay men and queer people in Britain before the 1960s to avoid persecution.
And I shut my sheesh screech. He said cut that cackle fag. My tongue was deaners he did a nob.
With her moey sewn closed I brought him a hungry chavvy. He said show me how loving me reefs.
He said order and I ordered. He said vagary and I vagaried. Charpering to be needed
I dhobied in ice for weeks buvare. When it breaks his fever met with my cody.
It’s ben To say it’s bona. In your lettie the omee at the same time
wants to tip your brandy and battyfang you. I savvy how it goes when an omee with vera after every lamor
dhobies out his moey. I’d vada him to the sink after straight tight oyster
who charpered to not palaver me. Been palavaed by flatties. I’ve been an omee’s screech’s secret too.
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I too have been the secret on a man’s lips. Spoken by someone who wished they didn’t need to speak me.
Clenched jaw. Straight to the sink after. I’d watch him wash his mouth out
with gin after each kiss. I know how it is to feel desired and despised at the same time
by the same person in the same bed to tell yourself this is normal this is fine
to answer his fever with your body something drinkable when it breaks. I have bathed in ice for weeks
waiting to be necessary. He said go and I went. He said come and I came.
He said show me how it feels to love me. I brought him a hungry child who’d sewn her own mouth shut.
He rattled his tin my tongue became coins. He said shut your mouth faggot and I shut my faggot mouth.”
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Polari was a secret language used by gay men and queer people in Britain before the 1960s to avoid persecution.
And I shut my sheesh screech. He said cut that cackle fag. My tongue was deaners he did a nob.
With her moey sewn closed I brought him a hungry chavvy. He said show me how loving me reefs.
He said order and I ordered. He said vagary and I vagaried. Charpering to be needed
I dhobied in ice for weeks buvare. When it breaks his fever met with my cody.
It’s ben To say it’s bona. In your lettie the omee at the same time
wants to tip your brandy and battyfang you. I savvy how it goes when an omee with vera after every lamor
dhobies out his moey. I’d vada him to the sink after straight tight oyster
who charpered to not palaver me. Been palavaed by flatties. I’ve been an omee’s screech’s secret too.
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I too have been the secret on a man’s lips. Spoken by someone who wished they didn’t need to speak me.
Clenched jaw. Straight to the sink after. I’d watch him wash his mouth out
with gin after each kiss. I know how it is to feel desired and despised at the same time
by the same person in the same bed to tell yourself this is normal this is fine
to answer his fever with your body something drinkable when it breaks. I have bathed in ice for weeks
waiting to be necessary. He said go and I went. He said come and I came.
He said show me how it feels to love me. I brought him a hungry child who’d sewn her own mouth shut.
He rattled his tin my tongue became coins. He said shut your mouth faggot and I shut my faggot mouth.”
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