Acceptance (3)

There's three of us

Warm

Sometimes sullen

Against my back 

Smooth and orange

Rows upon rows

Fork in the road 

There's three of us

We are all together

I stand taller

I notice myself want something

There's three of us 

Sometimes two 

One of us embraces the other 

The other calls me a pronoun I enjoy

One I use

One I am

I feel a sense of embarrassment

There is two of us and we look

each other in the eyes

I look out the window

I look at the other one 

I change the subject 

But I enjoy it

There's three of us 

And we are all men 

If there is a problem someone 

Would say so

There is no problem 

I tell myself 

We are all friends 

I take a deep breath

Because it feels so embarrassing 

When you have been told no 

For so long 

I lie in bed and write something 

It's simple and easy and I shake my head 

At the unsophisticated nature of the thing 

I peer out my bed curtain and see 

There's three of us

And it's alright