The way gay folks
and black and
Hispanic folks and
poor and white
rich folks constantly
are watching one
another everyone
secretly vigilant
careful fearful
that’s how I love you
shyly and without
apparent remorse
and whenever I need
them my weapons
are all hidden
locked up
at home
and no matter how much
time I really have
to write them
after I write them
these last lines
it always feels like
I’ll be taken out
and shot.
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