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you must be gay

must have been 14
stuck in chemistry class
working on balancing equations
during a dreary and stuffy
london afternoon
when you marched over
in your perfectly ironed shirt
chronically dissatisfied face
overgrown moustache
to tell me you had just denied my request
to be absent from some mindless after school activity
which this time only made you weirdly attractive
me possibly gay
as your scolding sent
waves of warm coffee breath
straight up my nose.

9 Mar 19

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