Kissing his boyfriend landed him waiting in the office.
As he sits, another boy passes by the window on his way to class.
The other boy, whose eyes are never not red,
Whose lungs are never not filled with tobacco,
With dark circles under his eyes
From sneaking out and staying late.
The other boy who wears long sleeves
To cover his scars from his fights
Who enjoys his drinks intoxicating
Who prefers his girls unconscious
Whose words of hate threaten humans everywhere
Passes by the office without hesitation.
Because no one knows what he does.
No one pays attention.
If they paid attention to him,
Who’d be on patrol for boys kissing boys?