First of all, my poetry is so gay
that it will teleport you to a day
in my dreams of queertopian play
where we stare into each other’s eyes
under the big, beautiful, baby blue skies
while literally rubbing each other’s thighs.
But I’m not a gay poet; I don’t wear your labels.
they are just petty words that divide us,
as well as self-fulfilling prophesies.
I am neither a gay person
nor a poet person.
I am just… a
we are in a bit
of a moral quandary,
maybe some paradoxical irony,
and that’s why I chose this name for thee.