Page 49 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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Kojo must’ve missed the memo.

Give him time, says my angel,

he’s no threat to you.

I force a smile for Matt,

who smiles back,

but I have no idea

what he’s thinking.

I’ve never felt more

distant from him.

While The Boys list

everyone else in our school

known to be LGBTQ+,

I finish my fish and chips in silence.

Rainbow Sprinkles—After School—Vass’s Bedroom

On Vass’s bed there are pillows

and colorful cushions galore.

There are posters on the wall,

clothes on the floor,

and a big blue evil eye hanging

above their bedroom door.

“Whipped cream, marshmallows,

and rainbow sprinkles.

The way you both like it.”

Theía Estélla hands us

our two hot chocolates.

She’s extra tanned from our holiday in Cyprus.

Her classic French manicured nails are perfect.

“Thanks, Mum,” mumbles Vass.

“Ευχαριστ?, Θε?α Εστ?λλα,” I thank her.

“Ε?ναι τ?λεια,” I tell her,

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