Maybe
Maybe
It was the way he mouthed
fag
under a thin-lipped smirk.
Maybe
It wasn't the word
but
the way he released it,
like a vesper.
And
how his hulking
six four
frame
lurched forward
in a two hundred pound
fuck you gesture.
Maybe
It was the culmination
of a thousand
minor hockey butt slaps
or
countless drunken nights
masturbating to homoerotic softcore
Maybe
his father just wasn't there.
Truthfully,
I never asked.
Clayton Misura is 27. He currently works - as a communication designer - and live in Vancouver. He has never published anything.
