the Axeman, a rainbow filling his insides

planted prominent and proud on his left pec

he bared it all, proud to share

the boy with the insane clown posse tattoo

he told my friend i was sexy in her boots

they fit me perfectly and came to my knees

it was some night we were all dancing and spilling our drinks

i smoked weed until i didn’t know anything and hoped he would like me

i got his number and we shared embarrassing things

the shame that comes from being different and Nebraskan

like his arm was sore from jacking off instead of meeting strangers

like the sex and love addicts meetings talked about but never went to

queer communion, sharing where you’ve been

what is not normally considered, a bridged gap

filled with death threats, snorting chemicals

we cross the world with experimentation

picking up labels for other people to use

because it’s fucking tedious explaining there aren’t rules

to fluids of sex, roles and gender

the boy with the insane clown posse tattoo, he taught me

not to judge like a goddamn fool