We met in class in first year
We kissed while drinking dark beer
We bonded tight
It felt so right
As she held me near
On exchange from Nordic lands
Love was never in the plans
But what the fuck
We tried our luck!
Holding more than hands
Then one day back home she head
“I’ll leave you a surprise,” she said
“A parting gift…”
“That’s kind of thrift…”
“It’ll make you blush red.”
Soon after, we’d fallen out
Getting gifts was now in doubt
But then they came
On them my name
Gifts that made me shout
There had arrived, without fail
Three bright dildos in my mail
The blue one long
The red one strong
The pink like a tail
‘Go fuck myself’ I had thought
The message of the cocks she’d bought
But I was wrong
About the dong
What was being taught?
I rang so she could explain to me
Why I had these dildos three
She wasn’t irate
“I have no hate…
…you are now set free.”
At the time it didn’t make sense
Even now I don’t get it; hence
Wearing my fleece
I wrote this piece
…am I being dense?
A gift’s a gift I suppose
Though I would’ve preferred clothes
And to this day
I do still say
Why…why the dildos?
Words by Ryan Colsey
Illustration by Olivia Huynh
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