Austin Segrest

Pink Floyd’s Animals
drones through a thin
dreamless sleep I keep

Steve, though he’d cut you
if you crossed him, drop you like a sack
of potatoes if you came at him drunk
like Randy Parr in the backyard,

At just the age the unconscious
cheerleader was []
by four football players,
I suspect I was []
by Steve. 

My therapist says a boy with a secret
is easy to control. I wonder how
Steve learned mine, if I told him