Justine Bateman/Jason Bateman
Though you're born ahead of this man in time
and have grown ahead of this man in size
you're born behind.
That finger: down your throat.
Crossing fingers: for your chest.
Satisfaction: in the unknown.
For switch-hitters, you're second-best.
Sloppy seconds. The slush pile
Baby, I would fuck you
if your brother wasn't looking so good.
Brother, the more we move in space and time
the more I'm scared of the Sandy Duncan eye.
These fingers: down my throat like Christ the Savior saving my soul.
Leif Garrett in a ski chalet.
These fingers: on cookie patrol:: Hydrox or Oreo.
Things coming up look the same as they did going down.
