That’s So Gay

I remember the teenie beanies in our hands
Fabric full of beads and our imaginations
Picking on each other with name-calling
I remember we played with “that’s so gay”

I can’t say for certain if it was an insult
Or if we were testing out what it meant
As ten-year-olds on the brink of preteen
Who understood little of romantic love

We giggled in discomfort as lips touched
Of a soft lobster and stuffed duck
(Noting now that neither have lips)
Because we decided they were boys

Looking back a decade later I recall
Uncomfortableness as a child
With any kind of kissing
Being utterly strange to us

Weirdness was two boys smooching
As the pecking seen in PG movies,
In our homes, was heterosexual
(And mostly we covered our eyes)

It was an arbitrarily thrown out phrase
That we were defending in playtime
Against the bully teenie beanies who
Laughed when lobster and duck kissed

Our kissers responded with definition
That an older sibling told us
That gay meant happy
And how could being “so happy” be bad?

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