Perspective
When my friend Rodney
showed me a poem
about excruciating anal itch
at the age of five, his mother,
fearing pinworms, those small,
parasitic roundworms that
infect intestines, sticking
her finger into his anus
the poem ending, “pretending
I didn’t like it,”
I vividly remembered
my own daughter,
same age, scratching
at her own butthole,
making the same complaint,
me doing my parental duty,
and my immediate reaction,
I could be arrested for this!
I only learned later
Rodney’d been fourteen at the time –
another fresh perspective.
Horror Sleaze Trash 