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Chiseled

By: Cody Draco

I may not have chiseled muscles

like the men of their Abercrombie advertisement fever dreams

but I did repeatedly strike the stone surface

of my once scared-to-speak-an-unexpected-sentence voice

that would crack pubescently under the inescapable pressure

of not making a fool out of myself in front of

even the most uninterested people

pretending they have somewhere else to be

other than our insignificant conversation

which I would play along with in hopes

of being called a “good boy” for once

Michaelangelo’s sculpture of David

can’t hold a candle to my current evolved form

which may not even represent the fullness of my potential

whereas a sledgehammer summoned from the blowjob grasp

of Miley Cyrus in her Wrecking Ball music video

could dismantle his perfected manhood

as she swings purposefully naked past

mine exists beyond the ballsack and silken shaft

even when distorted and echoing back in the gas chamber

my sense of self remains in fact intact