transgression

his parents complained —
we’d eaten the sausages
meant for their dinner
— it was forty years ago
and I can still feel the shame

In the dream last night — one of many I’ve had on this subject — the sausages in the fridge had been bought out of my own money. I felt genuinely relieved when I remembered this (in the dream): helping myself no longer seemed a crime. The sausage shape is replete with symbolism, given the context. I was in an under-age closet gay relationship with the son of the household.

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2 responses to this post.

  1. 5 stars for this one!

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  2. Ha ha ha! It’s nice and simple, isn’t it?

    Reply

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