“Queer as a Skeleton” by Sean Speers

queer as a skeleton’s
“coming out” party –
and as unnervingly confused –
but isn’t that to be
expected from the fleshless
frame of feeling?
All six feet of my being,
and our folie-à-trois-wandering
underwhelmed by the idea
of going home empty –
handed and alone.
triangled glances, broken
by the naivety of your love
for us both, – pure
and selfless as your empty
closet (empty now
that you’ve moved out) –
go unanswered or stolen
by exactly the wrong
eye. The “I” who “god
B” thrust toward
Legacy battles the one
who seeks the Same
in the words on His lips;
in the I’s of god B
sameness is blasphemy.


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