Sunday, November 22, 2015

As Far As I'm Concerned


As far as I’m concerned,
I told you I was gay
When I bit Barbie’s head off
 
As far as I’m concerned,
I told you I was gay when
I stole Jim’s racecar pajamas
And wore them underneath
 
As far as I’m concerned
The baseball cap
I wore from ages five to fourteen
Was one of the many ways I told you
I was gay
 
When I refused to wear the top
To my bathing suits
I was telling you
 
When I insisted on swigging soda
From the bottle
So it looked more like your beer
I was clearly telling you I was gay
 
When I wore a sweatshirt
Over 2 t-shirts
With a mustard stain on each of them
I was telling you
 
When you teased me about wanting

To marry Joe Namath
And I said, no, I wanted to be Joe Namath
I was telling you
When I asked you to call me “Sport” instead of “Sweetheart’”
I was telling you
When I wiped my mouth on my sleeve
Shoved my hands in my pockets
Practiced spitting, grunting
And peeing while standing
I was telling you
 
The time I begged for authentic cowboy boots
The black watch plaid flannel shirt from LL Bean
The Brooks Brothers’ navy blazer
With the secret inside pockets
I was telling you
 
When I dressed all in black
And put grease on my face
And practiced crawling beneath beds
(pretending they were barbed wire)
Simulating the POW’s in Hogan’s Heroes
I was telling you
 
When I tried out for solo on
“When you’re a Jet you’re
A Jet all the way from your first
Cigarette to your last dying day”
Instead of “Tonight
I was telling you
 
When I wanted the orange 10 speed
The GI Joes
The Erector Set
The Walkie Talkies
The Boxing Gloves
The Sling Shot
The Daisy Rifle
I was telling you
 
When I stole your shaving cream
I was telling you
 
When aunt roberta said I “walk

Like Bucky Dent” and I said ‘Thanks!”
I was telling you
 
So when you were laying there
Finally dying and I didn’t
Start explaining how I prefer to have sex
And with whom I hope you realized
It’s not like I never told you



--Jennifer Brooke

1 comment:

  1. Hope your dying friend understood. Heard a great gay poem at the Green Mill slam last Sunday. The guy explained how at each age there was something that gave away his gayness, at three years old, twenty-seven, and thirty-six (which rhymed with 'dicks'). Sometimes we explain things that other folks just don't listen to. Good work.

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