Being gay lonely

is not the same as being bored

lonely or being unwanted

lonely or even being left out

lonely. 

Being gay lonely is the caging 

of tears that swell with house

beats through headphones instead

of subwoofers. It’s the knee

deep drunken reminder that out of the beautiful 

dancers and spirits only one could follow you 

away from the city.

Gay lonely is a sweet, hot 

slice through the soft spot

of the heart—  a place you never know

unless it hurts. The flesh parts

just enough to invite 

paranoia in quantities ranging 

from trace to overdose— depending

on how many worlds 

away from home

you are in this exact moment

compared to most 

others.