Everybody wants straight A’s. Give me some gay A’s to work for.* You’re talking to someone whose imaginary friends were bullies. You’re talking to someone who drank from the fountain after Connie McGary drank from the fountain and thought it might be my only real kiss. You’re talking to someone who wore a lifejacket to the baptism because I knew—I knew what they were trying to do. _________________________________ * My girlfriend tried to get me to edit this line out of the poem. Should I have listened to her? O yes O no
