poem
Volume 26, Number 3

Learning to Play Basketball in Indiana

District Finals: Do I bring my boyfriend to the game?

His shins are shaved like a swimmer’s,
leather tech wristlet wrapped
to count the beats of his rainbow heart.
The team takes a knee and my coach
prepares to pep talk.

Who invited the fairy?—perspective shifts
and tummy flips as my thigh cramps.

Jesus, big Ben, don’t tell me you’re going faggot?

My coach splits into ten homophobic men.

If Miss Indiana offered to blow
you, would that get your dick
hard?


—Benjamin DeVos