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Coming Out


I read that we never get
to stop coming out.
Well I came out to myself the other day,
Stepped out of my glass closet for a moment,
Well, not so much a class closet than one of those
Cabinets old people use to store their china
I am transparent, the way I hoard your gifts,
Your presents, your presence.
I never tell the ones who need to hear it the most.
Instead I let it rest on my lips the way I wish yours would
And flitter round my tongue the way I want yours to,
But I can’t.
Because I only tell you in sighs I hope you read
Or maybe see it in my gazes that linger too long
Or notice how I touch you too often, sit too close,
Smile too much.
I am transparent in my cabinet as I watch your hands
Dance across tabletops.

But I would never come out to you.
I much rather confess to strangers on the internet,
Or in ambiguously phrased verse,
That I dream about you at night
And I think of you all day
And while I may joke about others,
Everything I say I love about them,
Just reminds me of you.

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Shop Boy Crush

Do you have a lunch break, or do you
sustain on cuteness and sheepish smiles?
Because if you do, I do too.
And i don’t mean to be ambiguous but I do
mean both.
Because if you don’t have a lunch break, I
don’t really need
That soup and a sandwich I buy everyday
Just that smile…
See I’m like a plant except instead of
sunshine, I flourish on your shine
Because boy do you shine.
See I’m more like a flower than anything
else,
You know, like how they lean to the sun and
all?
Yeah, that’s my flow and I wouldn’t mind if
perhaps we could…
Pollinate?
No I’m just kidding, I meant conversate,
Oh sorry,
Converse, my bad.
Your brightness makes me a little dizzy
So forgive me if I get a little bit mixed
up,
You make my head light with your light.
And if you do break for lunch?
Perhaps you can take a break by the juice
bar
Because bar none, you are sweet
And it would be nice to see your other half
And perhaps another side of you
Other than” thank you and please come
again,”
though at this point I’m sure even though
you say that to all the girls
and all the boys
and whoever else may patronize this fine
establishment,
that you specifically mean me…
so if you have a lunch break, or sustain on
cuteness and sheepish smiles
remember I do too.
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Flash Fiction Friday #32: Teacher’s Pet

eugh. finally. this one did not want to be written at all, and hence, i don’t like it very much. but it’s the only way i can get fff#33. 
(and for those who catch on…. ahem… doh make it out please :P)

 She took everything mundane about our classes and spritzed it with her flowery perfume. Most of the boys where enthralled by Ms Bell. The ones in the upper classes attempted to wow her with their newfound charms. Us younger ones just blushed when she asked us questions and tried to impress her by either being very bad, or very good.
 She rolled her Rs beautifully, and once she sang us a Spanish lullaby in her sweet, lilting voice. For me, she was an angel in my history of all male teachers and she begun my transition from boy to man. 
 She left after a year, not because she was a bad teacher, but because she was going back to school. My next Spanish teacher was the very old, very wrinkled, very surly Mrs Jones, but my love of the language had been very securely cemented and not even Mrs Jones’ perpetual grouchiness could waver it.
 I hadn’t given Ms Bell much thought for years when one day while I was in the office with a class mate I saw her. I went up to her and stumbled out a quick introduction.
 “You mightn’t remember me Miss, but I was in your form one class and-” I rattled.
She interrupted me. “Of course I remember you Jason.” I was twelve again, knees shaking and blushing like mad just from her words and her charming smile. Some things never changed.