in the box i always glowed bisexual.
the video game screen had on a single pixel
& i held the remote like a grocery store.
riding my bike on the ceiling. skinned knees as pillows.
he took out his teeth on by one & said,
"she loves me, she loves me not." we ate
nothing but light bulbs for days & i told myself
soon he will love me so completely i'll forget my gender.
this is what coat hangers are for: for folding a memory
like a pair of wings. in his dorm room we talked
as if neither of us had faces. rows of lights
traced the seams of the room like viking ships.