Enjoy this collage of my stupid face.
I Cant Think Of A Sincere Poem To Follow Up Three Years Of Coming Out Day Poems So Here's A Trochaic Blank-Verse Sonnet Of In-The-Moment Observations Because That Probably Represents My Identity Better Than Any Queer Stereotypes Or Traditionally Campy Queer Content Could
watermelon vodka from a wine glass
straight love on the T.V. in the background
laptop slowly burning through my sweatpants
cold breeze scattered wind chimes through the window
ukulele and a concertina
sharing space beside me on the sofa
blankets waiting for me in my bedroom
fruit flies flitting flying in the foreground
NyQuil sitting on the coffee table
tingles reaching out down to my ten toes
hair tie pulling bangs tight in a pony
sugar dried and crusting onto both lips
piercing aching warming on my earlobe
ready to return to dreams and nighttime
it's come a tradition for me here to write
a small poem each year on this day
a poetically kinder and yearly reminder
i'm incontrovertibly gay
and this year i'll use this sall tune that i write
as a beacon for all friends that read
to find me a queer somwhere out in the world
and to trap him and send him to me
so if anyone out there knows of a good gay
who lives near me or soon shall return
i'm 20, still single (and ready to mingle?)
my mother is getting concerned
For all the haterz in my feed:
my sexuality's no joke.
(I doubt my friends are haterz though.
But I'm still #QueerAsFolk).
Sexuality is like your College Major:
Some people scream it,
and on some people you can't tell.
Some people know their major,
some people are undecided,
and some people have two majors and three minors.
Some knew what they wanted to do since they were born,
and some re-declare every semester.
What's important is that you respect everyone
regardless of choice, change,
or difference from yourself.