Another from my series on love, sex and relationships, on attempting to create love with an ill-suited match.
Little Butch Blue
Yours was a cookie cutter life so Midwest suburban. Two parents, a real picket fence, a couple of floppy eared dachshund. A catalog life besmirched only by your queerness. I stuck out, a sore thumb from your annals all full of me-ness. You covered me in gingham, tried to make a start. I wanted to learn the lines for you. I only broke your heart.
by Michelle Beltano Curtis