You spent
the entire morning
digging
fishing
for how to utter
things
it’s fascinating
after years and years
(a) of living (b) of living (c) of living (d) of living
with this name in this name for this name through this name
(e) of living (f) of living (g) of living (h) of outliving
by this name down this name out this name this name
of troubling your lips
to sound
like a native (speaker)
you still distrust
the tongue
to appropriately
say ‘heterosexual’
or ‘vegetable’
or ‘loved.’
Heterosexual
you muttered
to the mirror
wondering
how this face
would react
Hetero sexual
wondering
what creature
this so-called
most honest thing
would give back
Het ero sex ual
He te ro se xu al
Heterosexual
It’s such a hard word to say, is it?
You kept going and going
As gay people, on the other hand, we grow up alone; there is no history. There are no ballads about the wrongs of the gay past, the gay martyrs are mostly forgotten. It is as though, in Adrienne Rich’s phrase, if you were gay, ‘you looked into the mirror and saw nothing’. – Colm Tóibín
Norman Erikson Pasaribu (born 1990) Indonesia
Source: Harana Poetry
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