Oedipus

I’ve never killed my father

(or even wanted to, barring

a few moments in adolescence),

and being gay, I am at least

doubly unlikely to marry my

mother and produce four

annoying descendants;

furthermore, I suck at riddles

and suck even worse

at crossroads decisions.

Occasionally, though, I do

feel as if I’ve been abandoned

and exposed on a mountainside

or some such desolate place;

myopia, astigmatism, and

glaucoma have limited my sight;

and right now, thanks to

the sting of a ground wasp,

I have the swollen foot.

Copyright

T. Allen Culpepper