who never realized they were gay,

not until they reached 30.

By then,

they had never felt bullied,

yet were always picked last in gym

and picked on in the halls.

Everyone knew

something was off about them.

Everyone

except them.

I envy the ones

who spent math class learning

instead of fantasizing about the girl across

and spent English sleeping

instead of writing about

the gay context

of a "straight" poem

written by Sappho.