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.
What was I getting out shame, anyway? So I walked away from it all: going to church, reading scripture, prayer, even the Christian music I loved so much.