by Chris Hewitt
have never touched the ground,
which, till I met you,
were only decorations to the ends of my legs,
finally have a purpose!
never knew that irony
could be so beautiful:
the hitherto most useless parts
of my anatomy, you tell me,
turn you on like crazy!
© 2001 Chris Hewitt
HEWITT's poetry and translations have appeared in The New Yorker,
The Advocate, American Poetry Review, and The James White Review.
Chris has osteogenesis imperfecta, "Brittle Bone Disease." Search
Contents and Archive to find more of Chris Hewitt's work in BENT.
Journal of CripGay Voices/May 2001