Pennsylvania

i live in a state that forbids me from saying "I DO" to the one who i miss before they leave the room. the one who, if i confessed their PREFERRED pronouns, would make you do a double take. "the hell is a preferred pronoun?" you ask. well, babe, try googling PRISM. is it an acronym? no. does it have meaning? yes. does it want jackasses like you parading through the room, "saying 'SCREW the world, because it's better than feeling something'"? no. cuz i can assure you we're not all tibby rollins. for me, every day is a PRIDE PARADE, a tour of love, a song of intimacy. what you do behind closed doors... well, i'd GAG if i knew, too. so flush your prejudice down with your sorry goldfish, package your HATE up in styrofoam. i'll always be here, regardless of your bigoted, two-faced, furrow-browed, spineless, grinch-like, lie-spitting, soul-splitting, self. you're probably one of those assholes who leaves TIME on the microwave. and i'll never let you close to my GIRL.