
My first pair of boxer shorts were blue with red hearts.
I didn’t choose that pattern, but they were on sale
and my best friend said,
if you’re going to be with women you need to start wearing boxers,
a rule I know to be bogus, but she was very convincing.
.
I felt sexy in boxers, longed I’d worn them all along.
Doning them, I no longer felt an uncomfy fraud
beneath my corduroys.
.
As it was when I first felt the rain on my head after shaving it,
when I pulled on the blue boxers adorned with red hearts
my whole being beamed a smile
as if an impossible miracle had taken place,
one I’d waited on my whole life.
.
I wouldn’t have picked that pattern for my first pair of boxers
but they were on sale, and red hearts on a blue background
I surmise now
was as good as my real heart set free,
multiplying in the vast sky to welcome witness.




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