Over the weekend,
I took a trip to Liz’s house.
She was dying to know
about all the drama she’d been missing.
I told her about the sex ed. assembly,
and she rubbed her belly and said,
“It’s a little too late for that.”
The topic of Gary was never far
from my mind,
so I told Liz.
As I repeated the story,
my throat grew tight
and my eyes stung,
although I was sure I had finished crying.
“It’s too bad,” Liz said, “99% of the guys
at that school suck. The other 1% are gay.”
I never thought Gary would suck.