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coming out anthology 2006


Night Walking

I have something to tell you, I say to a friend
It’s about me…
It’s about my life…
It’s about who I am.
Let’s go for a walk.

It’s dark outside and a little too cold.
My heart thumps to the thoughts that race around my head
Ummm…I begin
That’s all I can say

Let’s play a game, you guess what it is
And you try, and you fail, and you still don’t know
You look into my eyes, hoping it’s written on my iris or scrawled on my pupil or tattooed to my lid or burned in my lashes
It’s not.
And you still don’t know.
And I can’t tell you.

My tongue’s all knotted. My heart beats faster.
And suddenly the world drops beneath our feet
And we’re no longer standing under a street lamp, under the stars,
On top of the world.
I’m shouting in my head, can’t you hear it?!
My pulse is beating to the rhythm – can you feel it?
Why can’t you know? How can’t you know?!

You look down and the world comes back to us –
The stars are repainted, and the lamps plugged in
And the walk’s over.
Someday, I say.
Whatever, you say.
And you look back up but it’s gone.

- Anonymous (it’s been posted in the OUTfront office for as long as anyone can remember)

 

 

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