My best friend Zachary
Is so Gay.
A Southern Baptist
Man,
With blood on his hands,
Wrung out his
Body
For sanctification.
Zachary's Brother found
Him
Dead
And powerless.
He's still so Gay.
He says death didn't
Change that.
We sit together by
The river and feed
The ducks bread.
I rest my head on his chest.
We talk about how
I was the first girl he ever kissed.
