Everyone is staring as the priest hands the megaphone back to me.
“You all just attended my gay wedding,” I say.
“Surprise!”
(or, as I like to call it, my wedding)
Instead of going to work, I rode my bike out of town until I was exhausted
and then I fell asleep in a strange field.
Sometimes it feels
pretty good to be me.
(I feel exhausted and perfect.)
I think you are beautiful and I would like to kiss you.
I can think up some clever lines, if you'd prefer.
But I wanted to say that, first.
(none of those lines seemed to be about you or me.)