bisexual.

that’s what i am.

i repeated the word in my head

as i waited for the train

trying to get used to the way it sounded

describing me.

bisexual.

i felt relief

knowing i had a diagnosis for

the constant nudging of the past few months.

bisexual.

not straight.

not gay.

bisexual.

i like it and i hate it.

the train pulled in

i absentmindedly boarded

still letting the word rumenate within my thoughts.

snow crunched beneath my shoes

as i walked home.

the street was covered in white

the sky gray with dusk

and my eyes wandered up and down

skeletal trees

dim street lights

the old ramshackle buildings.

when i arrived home

snowflakes were falling

catching on my eyelashes

slipping down my collar.

i ascended the outdoor steps

and was met by a sullen looking

Midori.

i frowned.

she didn’t greet me

instead words escaped her mouth that

i wished i’d never had to hear.

“i need to tell you something.

something i should’ve told you ages ago.”