I’m hungover today Erika this Big Gay Ice Cream isn’t doing anything good for me really I’ve
gagged twice but spent $10 on a single cone so why throw it away what a waste it’s pride in the
city & there’s glitter everywhere on the streets even in my bra there was no pride growing up in
the mountains & I lost my virginity in the backseat of a red two-door Eclipse on the side of an
overgrown country road in the middle of July to a man who later came out as gay & so did I
we used each others’ bodies to make a statement for our neighbors who posted Marriage Is For
♂& ♀ signs in their yards this was before Obama was President & before I moved to New York
with a man & had two miscarraiges & before I finally decided to give up the charade & before
Donald Trump too & before I drove to Virginia for a wedding & stayed in a Front Royal B&B with
my girlfriend where we sat by a fire with a bottle of Chateau Morrisette wine & walked the bridle
path towards the AT I was surprised when nobody said anything about our hands or assumed
we were best friends the other night during summer solstice the sun set over the skyline & while
tourists grabbed manhattanhenge snaps while we had sex on a rooftop in Queens after too
many cocktails & half a molly the man I lost babies with checked into a Blue Ridge Behavioral
Center for his suburban addiction to heroin & still I was the happiest I’d been in years
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