Around my boyfriend, I become a total bro:
shoulders squared, hat backwards. We wrestle
(yes, homo) and we kiss the way bros kiss--deeply.
With my girlfriend, I become one of those nudes
in old paintings: my rolls of fat out for the world
to admire. I didn’t realize how soft a woman
could be until I kissed one.
Alone, I am simply a horrible,
swallowing handfuls of live ants.