You've Got A Faggot Day!

Your faggot's on the fire escape. He's watching the police car lights whirl-flash and the Escalades make their left turns. He sees so many Escalades trying to leave town and make sure the plan for the rest of the night works out. And the police car lights, it's just one police car, parked every night outside of the school. Your faggot's not sure what's going on but you'd think someone's digging for something with the way a police car blocks off a lane of streetway every single night with its lights and its black and white.

Your faggot's on the fire escape learning to smoke and wondering what gravity could do. He's worried about shifting his feet and sending the soot and the fragments under his bare feet twirling to the scalps below; some of them are children holding large hands. Your faggot can't hear the phone ring out there so your faggot is hopeful and smoking, hopeful that he'll come back in to find he missed a message, and smoking because it makes him go slightly blind in one eye.

The important thing to remember is you've got a faggot today. That faggot, no matter how he fills the hours, is there for you to perhaps wonder about him. He wants you to wonder what he's doing right now, where he is, is he inside somebody. He's hoping you're doing absolutely nothing, living for absolutely no other reason, than for the fact that he's sitting on his fire escape watching lights flash and Escalade roofs pass.

Happy You've Got A Faggot Day!