queer as hell
peter one of colin's friends
from school
tells us the story of his very unintentional coming out
it was middle school peter begins
seventh grade
during gym class mister hoops
great name for a gym teacher right has us
playing baseball
i was a pretty boy a downy-cheeked
effeminate sissy that lived for project runway
who loved sports
about as much as colin loves disco and elton john
we're playing this game the rest of the boys
are having a ball
so to speak i'm standing there mitt on my hand
having no more sense of what do with it
than fly
when here comes a grounder i think that's what they call it
i basically panicked i'm not sure i didn't squeal
and say eek!
at that moment it all came out all my fear and frustration
i threw down my mitt i stomped my pretty little foot and said
in all honesty
with all the temerity i could muster
I WISH I WAS A GIRL!
and you know what i was stating the obvious
no one cared
no one said a word i picked up the mitt and the game went on
and the next time a grounder came my way
i caught it and in my inept way
throwing like a girl i threw the little bastard out the chubby
slow-pokey kid who had about as much business
on the diamond as i
and then and there i had a seventh-grade epiphany
at this age we're all easy targets we've all got our cross to bear
we're all too chubby or thin
or dark or fair or bookish or dolts or queer as hell
we're all just trying to get through the day
even the cool kids
and colin raises his glass and here under a gorgeous blue-sky
california day at the vineyard on the patio he proposes a toast
to peter to queer as hell
to just trying to get through the day cheers salut l'chaim
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Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-01-13 at 14:24
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