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Hunter says they’ve never

had their heart broken—

I didn’t know I’m not supposed

to use heart in a poem—

I don’t think that’s something

to brag about

if all the queers of East Van

braided their hair together

we’d have to look

sexual tension in the eye

on a chart that roughly maps

the gender spectrum

I select femme and dirtbag

instead of masc and dapper

I wear a disco ball with wool

socks to the wrong party

no one looks at me all night

I cave and eat molasses

I cave and do push-ups

once when I was a kid

I lost my shit

because the story about the fish

whose tail went swish

came to an end

my dad told the story again

and then lost his shit

I don’t know what came next

look, I just want to talk

and talk and for that talking

to feel like a lucid dream

or the heartiest fish

you’ve ever fried by a river