They ask if we’re friends and don’t expect what I reply

Just some queer poetry for your Friday

1 min readSep 8, 2023


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They asked us if we were friends, and I corrected them
this is my date,
they say you look so good; where are you going
I reply with her
slide a little closer to her shoulders
wonder if I should sunbeam down
to her collarbones, but we’re
in a Texas city too small to know
the words of girlfriend




I'm unapologetically me with a hard edged view of life. I love to travel and have crazy amounts of fun spaced between quiet moments.