The fact that Gary and I
got together sat on top of the rumor mill
like a rooster, crowing in satisfaction.
Whispers abounded through my school.
“So he’s not gay.”
“So she’s not a lesbian.”
“Maybe they’re both bi?”
“They’re kind of cute together.”
“They’re both weirdos.”
“They’ll be like one of those old married couples.”
“They’ll break up in a week.”
The rumors were easier to ignore
when I had Gary. He shrugged them off,
took my hand, and shuffled on.
“We are just the main characters
in their little soap opera,” he said.
“It’s all superficial.”