by Kenneth Pobo
Villa Park, Illinois found out
I was gay, the whole town
caught fire. The mayor ran
down Oakland Avenue beating
a pan. Respectable Repubdads
dashed outside naked,
carried their kids’ bikes back
inside, careful to lock each door
and bolt all windows
even if meant burning
alive. My friend Dippy had
blurted out my secret. Firetrucks
clanged from street to street,
evaporated. Fire shaved its legs,
slowly devoured everything.
I thanked Dippy on smouldering
ashes, gave him my
peanutbutter and jelly sandwich. 
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