If you truly knew me
Surrounded by the deep scent of mahogany pews
and the illusion of rainbows leaping from stained glass
I take a deep breath
and reflect on this moment as being a division between my life
before and after what I was about to do.
As the words
“I’m bisexual”
broke from my lips
for the first time in front of a real life human
not the one staring back at me
as I practice this line a dozen times in the mirror
I am embraced
by the arms of my best friend.
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