Being Called a Faggot While Walking the Road to Clemson, South Carolina
The honeysuckle dew slick
& sweet this morning
& only an empty Wendy’s cup
thrown to ditch
& the truck passing
(& it is almost always
a truck) slows just
to roll down
the window & O
I wish they could smell
this & O I wish
I could quit
them driving
so fast & missing
this honeysuckle, so dew-
sweet this morning.
by D. Gilson
from Split This Rock, 2015