You golden boys, with your summer beaches,
perfect white teeth, and tee-stretching shoulders,
whose chance meetings result in lifelong best friends,
or instant hookups
to whom all is revealed in a heartbeat:
put yourselves in my sad sneakers,
learn to speak dork,
wear this puny body home hauling a killer backpack,
treasure my mirror view of zits and splotches,
listen to my mom out-curse the neighbors;
just try to be a gayboi on this schoolbus.
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