You golden boys, with your summer beaches, perfect white teeth, and tee-stretching shoulders, whose chance meetings result in lifelong best friends, or instant hookups to whom all is revealed in a heartbeat: put yourselves in my sad sneakers, learn to speak dork, wear this puny body home hauling a killer backpack, treasure my mirror view of zits and splotches, listen to my mom out-curse the neighbors; just try to be a gayboi on this schoolbus.     I smile when I get feedback. Click the button above and make me happy.   Back to My Poetry Page The Authors Haunt Author Directory The Authors Haunt Library The Authors Haunt Home

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