“I told you all these lies because I was afraid you would leave me.”
They imagine I’m his “caretaker,” a loaded word, veritably stuffed with presumption.
Once upon a time, in a land much larger than this one . . .
“It can’t work if I’m the only one willing to DEAL with things.”
“What is this thing that stands between us?”
A friend as your mortgage holder? It seemed like one of those things you should never, ever do.
Erasure poems contextualize and complicate the narrative essay “Pals: The Married Man and Me.”
His name is Michael. We go to the same New England boarding school, and we are co-Prefects in our dorm of twenty-eight other teenage boys. He’s straight, I’m gay, and we’re just friends, nothing more. There’s no longing from me, or discomfort from him—we’re just two guys who serve as Prefects in a dorm together […]