The Homoerotics of Water
In the water, what you are called can change. And words, like water, will dissolve.
Language lies, but we just swim away, always changing.
You can’t do this on the deck, you can’t do that on the deck,
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I know that I’m living in a ticking clock, and all of this—dinners with my parents, peaceful conversations—will likely be gone one day.
There was nowhere to go back to. Oklahoma was out of the question, always out of the question. But then, where was home?
Well, what does it mean to be a boy or a girl? The answer so often is, simply: I don’t know. And I’m not sure that it actually matters, anyway.