We skip school to listen
To Jill Scott as we spin
on a merry-go-round.
We say I’ll miss you
& that’s the mushiest
we got, for now. We make
MLK community center our home
away from gays too afraid
to be honest. We look up
at the muggy sky, humming riffs
of A Long Walk. We walk back
to school, where we drop into
days that queer like midnight clouds.
We think I love you,
instead say let’s go back
before the hall monitors trip.
We trip on melted sidewalks
that make grooves of their own
in the shape of our feet.
We skip school to swing
jump & stumble into
our new love
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