There is this thing called the

Gay Gene

Or so people want.

A biological proof.

An independent fact.

But I ask,

What’s the point?

What’s the reason?

Another justification.

Another bullet of ammunition

For those who fear the

Gay Disease

The Gay Outbreak

That’s what it will be called.

That’s what it will be associated with.

Another barrier.

Another wall.

Another separation of

Them

And

Us.

And while we’re on it

I ask another question.

Why should it be a matter of

Proof?

Proof that as the song goes,

We’re born this way?

Why should anyone need

A justification to love?

A justification to be who you are?

A justification to be

Human.

--

--

A new day
A new year
The world is upon us
The possibilities endless.

We all lie in wait
With promises galore
And a sea of wishes
Upon our very tongues.

A cheerful symphony
Of laughter
Of cries
Of a
5
4
3
2
1

HAPPY
NEW
YEAR

And may this one be filled
With dancing stars
And smiling moons
And a sunrise to
Greet every beautiful day
And sorrowful storm
To bring upon a year
Of new beginnings.

The past now just that
A past of memories
And growth.
A year to never forget
As we bid it farewell.

Goodbye 2020
A year of
Riots,
Politics,
And a horseman run
Rampant.

Hello 2021
May you usher us into
Wisdom,
Health,
And understanding.

--

--

Falling down a rabbit hole

Watching from afar,

No way to intervene.

They tumble and they stumble,

I wish this wasn’t it

Rock bottom never seemed so scary

Until you watch another come

so close

Their eyes squeezed shut

The obsidian abyss

Encompassing

Mere light a fantasy

high above their head

Hope now shattered.

--

--

A green beast.

An angry beast.

A large, hideous beast.

What’s this thing that

presses from the inside out?

Suffocating,

stomping on the lungs.

It knocks out all the

oxygen, and it fills the

bags full of a mist.

A thick,

slimey,

green mist

that comes out in clumps

with every breath.

How does one stop

the beast from rampaging?

How does one stop

the beast from taking over?

This beast,

this hideous beast,

with the name

Jealousy.

--

--

I toss my gaze to the window, squinting the tired blear from my eyes. Old street lamps sit along the sidewalk, their lights stretching to enter this dark room. I curl my body forward, sitting up and removing the arm of my unknown night guest. My fingers curl around a large T-shirt; theirs or mine, I’ve not a clue.

My Keurig whirs to life in the kitchen and my senses awaken as my tired limbs carry me towards the machine. The scent of heavenly coffee drifts to my nose, wrapping around my fogged brain; I hold the filled mug close to my face, watching as the steam rises, telling the secrets of last night.

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