his dirty finger
begirding, gripping the
tree of life between his legs,
watching my parents have sex:
It went up and down and up and
down and up and down and down and up:
“E P H R A I M”,
He moaned louder than my father’s cry
For a boy whose manhood stands forever.
My name men cannot articulate,
Their tongues, like knife, penetrate:
“Eph” sliding in and out of their lips
Or half a foot below their hips.
Lick me in my flaccidity
And hear my name pronounced right.
The name I call myself is God’s cuss out of extreme delight.