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POETRY / GHB / Teo Mungaray / Writer of the Month

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CW: Drug Use

Gamma-Hydroxybutyric Acid. Jeff mixes it with cranberry. Gives me a one-gram dose.
Drink the bitter stuff fast, then wash it down with Gatorade. Takes a bit to kick in.

There are sheets pinned to the windows, so no light can seep in. We take his mattress
& pull it into the living room. Other men come & go. Jeff opens a suitcase of clothes.

He wants me to dress up. Assless chaps. Mesh singlet. Try this cockring or that cockring.
Put this hat on. This jersey. That jockstrap. The Juice starts swirling me. I’m a little dress-up doll.

“Anatomically correct.” He tells me to shut up. Talking too much. The music feels like gel. My body sounds round. Jeff looks like thorn & honey. If you have time to talk, you have time to suck this cock.

I do. Someone else is on me. I’m the center of this sunflower. I’m following the sun.


Teo Mungaray is a queer, chronically ill, latinx poet. He holds an MFA from Pacific University of Oregon and is pursuing his doctorate at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. He is a co-founder and co-EIC of Cotton Xenomorph. His poems have recently appeared in or are forthcoming from Sycamore Review, Five:2:One Magazine, Drunk Monkeys, Birdfeast, Cosmonauts Avenue andGlass: A Journal of Poetry. He has a cat named Lysistrata.