I’ve never been to a gay club but I know
two boys will hold hands & not speak with fire
in their throats. There, you lit a cigarette
& you’re not the one to burn.
You dance & dance ’till your feet forget the routes
that lead to a country where boys like you
are altered to a scattering of glass shards.
There, no angry faces. No shitty laws.
Your body, unfettered, dragging itself to everything
that wears joy on its skin.
Your heart, unafraid to call the other boy beautiful.
He plants several kisses on your lips
& they germinate into wallflowers.
What powerful romance is this: two boys filling the holes
in their chests with their favorite songs
& calling it self therapy?
Both of you alive & deathless. Both of you pulling
each other by the belt to a corner, the music perfect,
the red lights bouncing on your scars— what
straight boys can do queer boys can also do.
You excuse yourself, in the toilet you’re iterating a song
of freedom before a mirror, surprised at
how sweet & sincere your smile is— boy,
o queer boy, is that joyful tears or liquor dripping
from your eyes?
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COMMENTS ( 5 ) -
Tresh Cobhams August 28, 2022 16:08
The writer is an hypocrite. Why do you use the first verse to indicate you aren't gay_ you aren't one of the queer body. You used the first verse to exonorate yourself before pouring ecomiums on the queer bodies. That first verse tagged you an hypocrite, you choose the topic not out of love but because you felt delving into the theme will give you a space to be published in Brittle paper
Abdulrokeeb bonnylad August 27, 2022 08:55
This is beautiful
Salami Alimot Temitope August 27, 2022 08:08
the_people August 27, 2022 06:45
Isn't it lovely?
Olalekan Hussein August 26, 2022 07:21
Beautiful. Beautiful, Hassan.