Decades

As decade nine untwines, number one climbs into focus

with a brilliance that dazzles me with its complexity. 

Age ten began a stretch of time when I scurried to keep

up and worried that I might get ahead.  I wanted to

make marks that could be erased if the case called

for a retreat or a repeat.  It was then that I sensed

the plurality of my sexuality. I was ashamed of both

in equal doses of doubt and certainty.  The urgency,

however, began to tilt as droves of confreres declared

in favor of heterosexuality. I began a lifetime of being

a minority which grows stronger the longer I live.