Let’s workshop this poem about how the wise saying (something like: everyone has a story that would draw our empathy if we knew it in full) applies, we should remember, even to minor-attracted persons
MAPs
Some boys find their fate
kinked by pumps
below a kitchen table
(Judy Garland ruby,
stark as poppies
against snow, crystalized
into fetish)—tender
psyches less fortunate
find theirs kinked
by monkey-bar midriff,
blouse hiked high
to kindergarten nipples.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)