The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater
because he is trying to kill you,
              and you deserve it, you do, and you know this,
                            and you are ready to die in this swimming pool
       because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means
                                                                         your life is over anyway.
                     You’re in the eighth grade. You know these things.
       You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do
              long division,
and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless
                                   he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you
                                                                             didn’t do,
       because you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.

- Richard Siken