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.

 


 

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