I’m already exhausted from tomorrow.

Driving nauseatingly curvy roads

to attend a funeral.

I will have to wear the good boy mask

all day long.

And pretend I’m not uncomfortable

being in the church

of a God I don’t worship anymore,

not their God,

not the way they worship,

pretending that

the Supreme Court

didn’t just legalize


against people like me.

I already feel tired

and emotionally beaten down

from spending hours

with people who don’t see me

and probably never will.


I’m tired of being a spy

trapped behind enemy lines.