Josh Vigil

Gay Meow

I was at the foot of the bed, purring like a cat.
Meowing. Stroking his penis.
Who said cats couldn’t be gay?
Or that gays can’t role play?
That gays can’t make feline seem sexy—
not that feline needs help in that department.

I push the envelope then, and begin coughing,
like a hairball was stuck in the back of my throat.
Trevor doesn’t seem to enjoy this, but I am committed.
And when I’m committed . . .

I feign my claws coming out, ready to attack.
Trevor now looks a bit fearful.
Wide-eyed, he steps back a bit.
I inch forward.
And Trevor inches back.
But we’ve done this before.
I quickly prance a foot forward, and release a huge loud meow.
But Trevor? He’s writhing, enjoying the moment.
This is what he lives for.

I meow and I think:
P.S. It’s my fault my sister’s marriage ended.