#homosexuality
when i
was nine my best friend started
growing older than me, though
we were
born beneath the same moon,
in rooms right next to each other, miliseconds
apart. her wrists grew bony and
her knees knocked against mine every time
she moved. she put her hand
in mine and whispered that the boy in
the next classroom over was kinda, sorta,
maybe just a little cute. i thought she was daft
since boys at that age were filthy shits, but we
hit fourteen and she turned
bright pink everytime a boy smiled at
her. we turned sixteen and she
had her first date at the movies with me
sitting one row behind to ascertain no
funny business happened when the lights went low.
we turned seventeen and she slipped her hand
into the larger grip of the
boy she liked, and i held her hair
back after she puked when alcohol disagreed with
the lining of her stomach. i
tried to find what was so great about all
those boys she liked, with angled
jaws & shy smiles & sweaty palms and i
came up empty. i swam quietly
in the ocean, waiting every night for her
to come home safely to the flat
we shared. i thought about all those boys
i had ever known, even the one
who tried to press his lips awkwardly to mine
but all i could think of when i thought of my future, was her.
Howard Cruse: Stuck Rubber Baby (1995)
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