object #1: your sim makes a face at his own body after “woo hoo” Feb 26, 2015 1 min read Poetry see the black boymade of wood,a pleated ass,a curve –see where fingersgnawhim a smeared color.gouts rooting,teethscratching the bone.he stands, once a tree –diced limbs,hole in the neckof the pelvis,rotting slowlyas light gathers him. Luther Hughes More posts Luther Hughes is from Seattle, Washington, but is currently pursuing his BA in poetry at Columbia College Chicago. He curates, "Shade," a literary blog for queer writers of color. He has published wor