Where digit and dick intersect. Eight, or the number that corresponds to the length of my erect penis. I see 8 everywhere- between my legs, around my neck, on my feet. I see it on the weight stack at the gym- etched into steel, stacked and heavy.
Every room I enter–an auditorium, a lecture hall, a stadium–I claim seat 8. I don’t just take a seat. I find 8, plant myself there, and let the room adjust. My thighs meet velvet at 8. I perch where the numerical symbol meets its anatomical match. The seat reads 8, so does the length between my legs.
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