the men sit around with the men
and the women sit around with the women
the men talk to other men
about tight asses or firm tits
the women talk to other women
about splendid wrecks or fine messes
when they talk together every one of them
will laugh at the other one
no straight man speaks of the queer folk
without shuddering a little at them
no straight woman speaks of the queer folk
without shuddering a little for them
at least this is how I picture it
from a lonely place
I don’t speak to anyone
if I can help it
I eat soup and lentil chips alone
unbothered by men and women
alone on the library stairs
so much more inside that tomb
but I am damned to never enter
as long as men are men and women are women
I am just too afraid of
uniqueness coming over me
and proving
me wrong
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onward,
T
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