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erasure

socrates never touched young boys

he never
took his grubby fingers and pressed them
into soft taut flesh

socrates was never touched by anyone

never engaged in the carnal, he
was all white and pure like a lily
or the beard of a ruddy santa clause-like god

socrates never took it up the ass

he in fact did not have an ass
just a smooth crack
with no weather wind or rain no
erosion or defecation just
abstract ideas like clouds
like the rope he was suspended from.

socrates never gave anyone a gobby

out the back of the agora
he wanted the theory of beauty without
having to take his himation down to the river
and wash the semen out

socrates was elevated above all matters of sex

you wouldn’t find him
up the front of a rainbow march in leathers
socrates was no one’s daddy

all the boys he loved
were loved in mind alone
and the greek makes this clear
by using kalos for both
sexy and gifted so no

socrates never took it gave it
or shared it around
as was culturally expected
because apparently

an absence of evidence
is evidence of abstinence