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When I say he is a good-looking man,
I mean that objectively. As in anyone
who thinks otherwise might be so
homophobic that they themselves are
gayβand I am not gay, therefore,
I appreciate how others might be drawn
to certain features he holds. When
I say I find him handsome, again
I'd like to clarify: I think of him as
beautiful in that "girls love him" way.
How, if I were a girl, I might wait outside
his dressing room, too, write him letters,
too. However I am not, so I won't,
but I get it. And even this, said aloud
in this very room, a flag javelined deeper
into the cocksure certainty of my own
Budweiser. So straight, that is, that I could
say I think about his stubble against my neck
without your thinking this poem is about to
get gay as hell: that glorious scrape and push
of dueling jawlines, how I spend my
morning commute on the 2 train
wondering how our college soccer hips
might feel cutting into one another
in a corner, on the hood of a car in some
hipster neighborhood I do not live in.
Where no one knows me outside
this splintered park bench, these
rolled up jeans and tired black t-shirt.
This orange magic hour on the East River,
hairy tattooed arm laid lazy around my neck
like a hitching post. A giddy ribbon
unravels inside me each time
he cups my face in his palms.
β Adam Faulkner, "Straight"
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