& not up for debate.
Lesbian. Libra. Lascivious.
I’m gay as a wool flannel
on a summer day.
I’m soooOoOoo gay,
in third grade
my best friend & I
would sneak kisses, peck for peck
at the playground corner.
Our parents called it confusion.
Experimentation. Like my desire
could be dissected. Cut down
to cuticle. Yeahhh, I’m gay
like short, short fingernails.
Like I swallowed my sexuality
til sapphomore year, found it again
staring into Abby’s eyes
at lunchtime, earbuds echoing
in her collarbones.
I’m gay like I write poetry,
really gay poetry,
examining the blur between
platonic cuddling??? & intimacy?????
I’m gay like middle school.
soft ball AND musical theater.
An unending emo phase.
I’m gay like nose ring
and undercut. Like grandma doesn’t get it,
no matter how many times
she asks about the boys &
I don’t give her a straight™
answer. The love almost
leaps from my lips.
I’m gay like almost. Like lips.
Like the closet is cracked open,
but some days
I have to lock myself back in.
Put my best Femme forward
at the job interview. The Megabus terminal.
My grandpa’s funeral.
I’m gay like wouldn’t be caught dead
in a straight jacket, would be caught dead though,
mouthful of her chapstick.
We love so hard sometimes
I forget holding hands is a risk.
I forget each intersection kiss
is a deathwish. But I’m gay
like privilege, search party and headline.
Like not everyone is made into martyr.
But the casualties keep coming.
& we prefer to live loving &
we prefer to love
Living. I’m gay like still here,
glitter faced on the subway.
Turning dismal to dazzle.
Daphnes to [ ].
Death into trend.
Love to the end.
Love & Relationships
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