Bryan Wilhite: incest

When I wrote this poem, “incest,” in my early twenties. I did not know there was a real battle of the sexes. I thought there were just stupid males. All I had to do “for” the women was to show them that I was not stupid and they would be kind to me and we can all live communally ever after, my wife and her admiring friends. The entire point of this poem was to “show off” my talents for a “greater good” beyond the gratification of my ego. This poem means to step into the life of another person—in the same manner that an actor loses his or her ego-self to embrace another consciousness.

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