On coming out, again and again

Sexuality: a prevailing headline,
we: the media outlet,
until circumstance unspools
revelation,
our wary-knotted,
hazard-red tongues.

Newly-acquainted receivers become
their own potential channel distributor:

Privacy snatched, twisted
around society’s spindle fingers,
we: shouldered bluntly aside:
crocuses opening
in winter.

Gossip-mouths: wind-up toys
unwinding,
slam-shut
code-locked staffroom doors,
scuff-squeak
feet in stampede hallways:

I knew it! No way!

I had my suspicions! I can’t believe I didn’t see it!

Isn’t this the drama,
the attention we seek?

If so, why do we slip back,
on each telling,
into the recesses of our blood-rushed bodies?

The snare drum beat of our fist-shaped hearts:

Pumping pumping pumping


David Hanlon @DavidHanlon13 is from Cardiff, Wales, and currently living in Bristol, England. He has recently qualified as a counsellor. You can find his work online at Riggwelter Press, Dirty Paws Poetry Review, Into The Void, Boston Accent Lit, Yes, Poetry, Barren Magazine & Royal Rose Magazine, among others.

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