we are a secret to most
everyone but ourselves 
as we blast queer joy
in your hunked up jeep 
teasing each other about
who we might be if real
ness wasn’t served, if 
we didn’t give up tight
jeans and a septum ring
so soon. what world
have we left behind
this bright side so shielded
ashamed, despite love
in all directions.

I tell you my perversions
during breakfast, eating
eggs stupidly slow. You 
take my plate then hold
me and I forget how to cry.