I finished this poem and posted it on The Prose a few days ago, but it’s a culmination of an idea I picked up from an open mic night in high school. After some concerns about accidentally plagiarizing, I shelved the idea. Now, ten years later, I finally feel like I’ve taken the basic concept and made it uniquely my own.
Although all of this was written in December ‘16, in some ways it’s a tribute to the way I wrote in high school. Back then I had a habit of leaving the identities of the speaker and their love interest intentionally vague, so the reader could make their own associations and assumptions. (Btw, if you read it I’d be very interested in hearing about those.) I did this all the time in my writing in high school, and after a while the indecision of it started annoying me — but in retrospect that was just slightly before I started questioning my sexuality, so I guess that makes sense.
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