The Process of Becoming Homosexual
My likeness transitions
across my self
past boundaries within my ego
my interior sex is in confusion
as if midnight movie elbows touching
fucking across a plastic divide
stoned from a blowjob and weed
exhaling a millennium
of oppression and inquisition
and disapprovingly tight lips
with the desire for death (and life)
misaligned remembrances
hot and cold
and salted tongues
under skin and blood
pounding my chest into haze
spreading myself
across the globe
exposing guts and glory
shame and warm skin
writing myself into something
curved like a signature’s end
cut right down the middle;
two perfect halves
a whisper between lips and teeth
within a single breath
a multitude of sonnets
and silicone breasts
on fire as I flame
illuminate me in Jesus
bring me back from the dead in a gay bar
three days later.