Out

I’m writing it now,

a presentation

on how to

treat those

who aren’t

out yet.

.

~

.

Headphones on,

I hear the sophomores

discussing

who’s gay

and who’s gonna come out

in a few years.

I hear the girl in the middle

mention me,

I pretend not to hear.

.

~

.

How to not

be overly pushy,

let the person

take their own time.

.

~

.

I’m talking about

comics,

it’s hard to get

the words out

that they are gay

and my friend

might like them

(bc she is, and loudly).

She sees how I am

around my friend

she sees my puppy-dog

hesitation

and she pushes.

I pretend to not

know why.

.

~

.

How to

come out.

.

~

.

I was forced out

by my phone.

But with my friends

it was all

what they expected,

as it was

after all what they

all were

in varying degrees.

I didn’t have a fancy cake.

.

~

.

How to

respond.

.

~

.

A friend texted me,

using a line from

Apollo 13.

(She was

originally a Texan).

She had a problem

and I listened.

I just listened.

.

~

.

and how to

how to

how to.

 

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