Megan Gileza
My Boyfriend Thinks I'm Bisexual
I’m not, but that’s not the point.
Humans are kind of beautiful.
I’m an artist when I’m not everything else I have to be.
I like charcoal, even though it’s impossible
to keep it off your fingers and your face,
or maybe because of that. It’s soft and malleable
and no other medium can compare to the way dark turns light
or the way curves sprawl out across the page
beneath your charcoal-covered hands.
Charcoal especially likes girls.
It appreciates the beauty in the way that sharp
coincides with soft: collarbones, ankles, noses, hips
with shoulders, toes, lips, and bellies—the same
way that people tend to be both soft and sharp on the inside too.
From what I can tell
no one is just one or the other
so why try to label them at all?
We are the way that we are
whether called it or not
and anyway how can anyone really understand
the way that anyone else feels the world
or what that even means.
And can’t we just appreciate beautiful things
and the way people are soft and sharp at the same time
and like what they like without saying “I am this
I am that
I like boys
but also girls are pretty
but not like that”
the way that charcoal likes dark and light and curves
and it’s so blatantly obvious and it makes perfect sense
and you never think twice about it because it just is,
the way that people are what they are
no matter what you call them
and that’s kind of lovely
if we let it be.