Not in the Chapbook

I've been compiling a chapbook for this project and it's tough because I have the makings of a book, not a chapbook.

Here are excerpts of poems I had to leave out (but will read this Thursday):

Thick-dicked twink,
twenty-seven inch waist,
prefers stubble,
muscles on motorcycles,
legs spread by revving machine,
buttocks high and upsetting...

(from Verse)

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I was asking for it:
Daisy Dukes with boots.

White men think all Asians are bottoms.
I see where they get that:

FOBs seem effeminate because Americans
have this hypermasculinity.

(from Jesus Christ Non Sequitur)

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The fantasy white man
whispers nigger
as he slams into me
or wagers it against his dignity
as I slam into him.

(untitled)

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We are woodwinds,
our music of erotic conclusions

not every two bodies
will create children

Without string, key or hammer,
just openings for breath

(untitled)

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I'd call the phone booth on 21st Ave.
by my dorm and if the stranger’s voice
sounded good,
I'd tell him what I wanted to do.
There were many bible-belt hang-ups
and faggot!
till one day a warm black skillet baritone,
Ok, come over.

(untitled)