You look at me like you know and I wonder if my eyes are too revealing or if I stare too much even though I'm careful not to look too much 'cause you've caught me looking one too many times and now I'm paranoid that you've got me figured out, like you're really that good, even I have my doubts. You touch a girl and they might say "what are you, a lesbian?" but what they don't know is that the real lesbians are the ones that never touch girls and shrink away from touches because they don't want to be caught. Hey, we aren't the sick perverts, we're the careful ones that always check to make sure no one's reading over our shoulder as we let it out the only way we can, on paper, and like Eleanor Roosevelt our letters will be found and then they'll know. Maybe someday you'll know or maybe you've got your suspicions already but someday I'm gonna rap myself in rainbows and scream it out to the whole world and then you'll feel smug and say "I always knew" and by then I won't care, 'cause you'll be just a faded memory, but for now I'll just be careful not to get caught.

Submitted by: Annie Claire