Saturday, July 8, 2017

My name is on a list

Just 19 years old my
Waves of self-discovery
Unfolding passions screaming
My army buddies goading
The grimy yellow taxicab
Taking us far from post
Neighborhood after neighborhood
Each one dirtier and dirtier
The excitement building
New liberties on the horizon
Now after dark our ride stopped
"This is your stop I'll be waiting"
No turning back now I went inside
"Sign my list" she commanded me
I barely knew what to do
And it was over just like that
"You are my first" I told her
"There will be many more" she said
The man waiting outside
Face cast down took us home
Being that her list was long
I washed and I washed and I washed
But never really got the stain out

- Gary Edward Geraci

1 comment:

  1. The first in my "Serial Polygamist" series. In contemporary culture we are quick and all too obliged to celebrate "coming out" stories with friends and family members. But rarely do we get the whole story. I wrote this one to remind readers the problems prostitution presents to many of our young men stationed on or around military posts; an "accepted" haven for gentlemen clubs, brothels and prostitution.
    Wounded by the contemporary "sexual revolution"? Find the following online resources: Ruth Institute, Encourage/Courage.

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