OK, I decided to post some poems, and maybe do some revising along the way. I write in what's called a narrative style, so more like a small story/outline of feelings/emotion, and not rhyming. A lot of my poems have to due with growing up gay, and the loneliness and longing involved in that. ~ Maybe I forgot what you looked like I rode the same bus for seven years & only knew that skinny, red-headed boy from twenty minute rides in the grey AM light, shoulders bunched three to a seat, legs pressed close by curving river roads, pulled together by gravity as my own small sex strained hidden beneath the backpack on my lap & at night my thighs ground down the memory against the sheets eyes squinted down into pillows, his face etched in light behind my eyelids, orange hair like straw, the sour smell like glue, freckles caught like small stones in currents washing away an outline, the struggling upstream motion as I strain to fill it in. ---H.Pup, revised 2013
