i spend the afternoon, gently weaving a conversation about myself into the hands of my mother who shoos me away, leaving, going, turning away after i ask her, "how would you react if i were gay?" and i am gay
and well, there could have been worse outcomes, an aftermath that could have broken me further but the silence was deafening and i could not cover my ears but my mouth was zipped shut, no words; and my mom threw away the key
we let the night pass by like a ghost and the next day, the sun was rebirthed; my mom slips me the key to my mouth and i unzip it but it continues to be silent with my voice kept unheard