coming out

I am in here

It’s not a closet
you can hang
me into

;
(I don’t hang )

I bang
all. night. long
warm skin
to warm skin
i lick
and i breathe
and i bang
and i bite
and i stare
into her eyes
and yeah
i’m in here
and it’s not a
closet
you can neatly
fold me into

it’s not an
under-the-bed
storage unit
to repress
each touch
of hers
each
smile
gaze
the first time
she held my wait
the last time
my tongue
knew how
to say her name

—————————————————————————

I’m in here
below your tongue
in your side-eye
crawling into
your left ear
crawling out
of the right
index finger
slimy
sticky

I’m in here

residing politely
on my parents’
hopes
and irresponsibly
in my chaddis

I’m in here

I’m in here
and this place is
weirdly –

big
and my heart aches
just seeing
how even darkness
can be measured in
rooms

but
hey!

it’s not dark

in this place
I’m in

;

it’s
fucking lit

like
my heart

when I see her
sweet face
on
my Whatsapp
contact list

 

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