Faggots inspired me

to wedge out more space

in the life still inside me.

 

I was inspired by faggots

who alluded to my facial hair

by a term I had never heard.

I promptly called them faggots.

It was the right call.

 

“Jeff” and, “Ass and titties.”

He either knows who he is,

or each knows who they are.

 

It’s just one or two faggots

enshrined in their comments,

and now honored with a poem.

 

Faggots have inspired me

to reach out my hand for more.

 

You two, faggots, you.