The Boy from the Mish

by Gary Lonesborough

Maybe he’s just confused and angry. Maybe he hates himself, for not being approachable enough for me to be able to tell him before now. Maybe he just doesn’t want to lose me, thinking I’ll change and move to the city and hang out with all my gay friends and go to gay nightclubs and pierce my ears and tattoo a rainbow on my wrist. Maybe he thinks I’ll start talking gay and acting gay and that I won’t be the same person he’s known all these years. And maybe I will change. Maybe just a little bit. Maybe that would be okay.