I’m reading the new gay bible with my
first official doctor since Doc Roberts.
And I’m not social with any of my
classmates, which is a shame, since
there are nearly 40 of us. Am I
that much better when nobody
gives me a second look? As a
result, I am now truly alone
on Singapore Airlines,
flying over the Pacific.
I am Big Silence. Irretrievable
dreams floating out of the darkest window
and landing like fish food on the tender blue
lips of your chocolate ears. Happy Easter, War is Rover.
