i want to show you:
the insecurities i’ve
capsized and suffo-
cated with my bare
hands, the fears i
swallowed like those
thumb-sized pills my
uncle stopped taking
before he died from
complications of gay
love, the mysteries i
hid in my own brood-
ing reflection. i would
love for you to know
how much i’ve chan-
ged. i love now. i love.