there's a hickey on my neck

and i like to think of myself

as unwanted.

as the freak

that only the 52 year old down the street

would fuck.

my partner

(gods those words sound foreign)

is ace,

and i haven't told im yet but thank the fucking gods.

(and the celibate ones too)

i like im a lot.

e doesn't know how comfortable

e makes me, nor

does e know exactly who matt is.

but k is like cons and the wind

rain and hogares and smiles on sight.

and e calls me cute.

(but oh how i envy is body)

and i'm coming around to the wondrous idea

that i'm not so bad.