37 Ways to Clean Cum from a Suede Shirt
37 ways to clean cum from a suede shirt— what we’ll call instead
How To Polish Your Masterpiece.
If not, wear it as a shawl instead.
You can rub it out with magic erasers or a box of brillo.
Burn it with your books or tell people it’s just spilled ethanol instead.
You can spin cycle or pay the banglas downstairs to fluff & fold it.
Leave it with the trash, adding to the bio stink in the hall, instead.
Lick it while it’s wet.
Douse it in acid cream or rinse it through hot juice.
Toss it from the bridge like a bad king into the waterfall instead.
Let it soak the grease up in your neon kitchen.
Press flowers with it.
Jizz on it again or aim for the Walt Whitman on the wall instead.
Smear gorgonzola over it & feed it to a wild pack of fags.
I would cut it up into pieces & give them to all y’all instead.
Pretend it’s blue jeans & drive it out to the beach— picket its brains out,
kick in its blue balls— or just past the city’s walls like Saint Paul instead.
Give it a gold frame.
Sell it to the prince of some ketchup republic,
or keep your hands clean & gift it to some young man who is tall instead.
#22: stretch it taut & learn to paint.
Brew it in black tea.
Flush it down the john or just go buy a new one at the mall instead.
Chilly wipes, summer’s eve, bleach, down by the river, tears or confession;
spit shine, club soda, or tumbler of your preferred alcohol instead.
Use it for wiping constantly—every Wednesday— the bar of the bar,
or stitch it up with my hair into a Jahan voodoo doll instead.
Jahan Khajavi (@jahankhajavi) (b. 1986, Fresno) composes & performs “wildly amusing & explicit queer poetry” (Vogue). Khajavi holds an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Notre Dame & has had recent performances in Rome at the Swiss Institute, Fondazione Giuliani, Gavin Brown’s Enterprise, & Silvia Fendi’s backyard. Poems can be found or are forthcoming in Lotus-eater, Flash Cove, The Recluse, 14poems, & Baest.