from "The Poems of Dorien Grey" available at http://www.glbpubs.com

When I was very young,
I dreaded sports:
I did not like them
and was not good at them.

At school, when it came time to play
and they were choosing up sides,
they would always argue
over who had to take me.

And I would make an excuse
to go to the bathroom
and I would stand at the urinal
and cry.

Not because
I wanted to play,
but because
I was not wanted.

As I grew older,
I became captivated
by the game
of Being Gay.

I never was a star,
but I was good at it
and there were lots of guys
who wanted to play.

The game was fun
and familiar,
and I knew
I would play it forever.

But as the years passed
I began to notice
that fewer people
were choosing me to play with.

Until now, once again,
I find I am not wanted in the game.
But I am a man now, and I do not cry.
Not on the outside.