coming out

queer-with-a-pen

there is an empty stretch
of highway
somewhere deep in my bones
cracked tarmac and faded center line

dandelions blooming up out
of the divots of
my sleepless nights
and it is beautiful

and sometimes lonely
like being 7 years old
and knowing i like girls
but also that i am not a girl
and not having the words
to bring that part of me to life

and the first time i kissed a girl
flowers exploded out of
every chip in my armor
making me feel like i could
build a home in my own body
for the first time in 5 years

but everything burns eventually
and flower stems become matches
way too easily
and a hollowness beyond dissociation
something i couldn’t dig out
no matter how hard i tried

and the first boy i liked
i couldn’t tell if i wanted
to kiss him or be him
but both sounded pretty nice

and after the right man to
make me stop being a lesbian
turned out to be myself
the first boy i kissed was on accident
but i wanted to kiss him again
and that stretch of highway seemed less lonely
and more like it would accommodate two 
people holding hands
walking side by side

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 11th, 2018 13:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's National Coming Out Day! Friendly reminder that ya boy (me) is queer and trans as the day is long!
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 113
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  • Laura🌻

    Boaz,

    I applaud you for this beautiful poem!
    It is your right as a human being to enjoy your life and be happy!
    Thank you for sharing!
    HappyNational Coming Out Day!

    ~Laura~

  • dusk arising

    Long may your heart and mind be free to be what you are. For all the struggles and torment youve endured, you are surely most deserving to be free.



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