Portrait of the Poet Ejaculating Through Space
Don't ask him how he got here, he simply is—
tumbling, naked, head over ass over head
at the edge of existence. Behind him,
a horizon as white and thin
as a single strand of his mother's hair,
stretched tight and knotting together
every planet and galaxy and atom and star
in one hot, continuous line; in front,
the jammy black void of lasting night.
Nauseous and annoyed by his own
somersaults, he steadies himself
as best he can facing the expanse
and takes stock of his body.
Ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, one nose.
Just as much fat, and right where he left it.
He uses his thumb to palpate soft tissue:
his armpits, his belly, his groin, anything
that might be out of place. When he begins
to masturbate, it’s first out of boredom—
all this nothing, but at least a cock—
then, out of duty. There's an urgency
in his friction: the quick twist of his wrist
at the top of each stroke; the shallow
breaths giving way to a lasting hold;
the building heat as he approaches
another edge—a god! a curse! a verb!—
and the evidence, spurt out
and spilling away. In that moment
he can’t help but marvel at his creation,
no longer within arm’s reach—the way
each milky droplet seems to accelerate
and produce its own light.
Tim Stobierski writes about relationships, presented through the lens of his own experiences as a queer man. Recent poems are published or forthcoming in Poetry Ireland, Chestnut Review, Gay & Lesbian Review, Baltimore Review, Chicago Quarterly Review, Midwest Quarterly, Crab Creek Review, &change, and elsewhere. His first book of poems, Dancehall, was published by Antrim House Books in July 2023. For more, follow him on Instagram (@timstobierski) or his website (www.timstobierski.com).