Part I:

I knew a boy once who ate

nothing but chocolate chip cookies;

It's True!

He made them morning, noon & night.

He ate them fresh from the oven, though

he only made two or three at a time.

He ate so many of these cookies that

when he cut himself with kitchen utensils

he bled chocolate sauce;

It's True;

He showed me black & white photographs

& grainy video footage.

One day...

The chocolate sauce burst up & out of his

chocolate smeared mouth - like a geyser

of shit from heaven!

The boy didn't survive it...

Though the chips still remain.

Part II:

I knew another boy once -

In High School - who's name was Chip.

He was younger than me & so cute;

he made my dick hard & my hands sweaty...

I stumbled over words to say to him & when he smiled

at me I felt like smiling too.

I knew(?) that he was straight -

Or is it, that I couldn't believe he'd be queer?

Whichever he was, I never told him how I felt -

It was a shallow sort of lust anyway.

But the day I dropped out of High School & said goodbye

to the College Prep Biology classroom - he looked sad?

Worried? Betrayed? - Like he cared.

He wished me: "Good Luck." -

that wish fueled fever dreamed orgasms &

heartaches galore...

Part III:

1 year from the day I said goodbye to Chip,

I dreamed we were on trial & forced to confess

our attraction or else be destroyed -

I walked to my cousin's house - looked in his yearbook

& found that Chip was on the football team; he'd

changed; he was different.

My desire for him ended - & I made chocolate chip cookies.