Coming Out
In the afternoon
We dropped down
Out of the mountains
Into the fertile plain
And roared a long
Through The golden
Afternoon.
After a bit he turned to me
And said, "You know I'm gay!"
More of a challenge
Than a question.
I suppose on some level
I did.
He talked on a bit.
About his hopes
For his new life
Sitting in the passenger's seat
With his shoes off
One foot across his knee.
And a huge hole
In the sole of his sock.
Finally I said,
"Well if you are going to be gay
You are going to have
to start dressing better.
No self -respecting gay man
Is going to be seen
With someone wearing socks
Like that."
He told me I was just
Dealing in clichés.
I suppose I was.
But next time
He had a chance
He bought new socks.
Poetry by Budart
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Written on 2011-02-14 at 06:13
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