To all the humans who hooked up with me once, then never spoke to me again, it’s okay.
To all the humans I hooked up with once, then never spoke to again, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry we couldn’t have been more than we were.
I’m 29 and have always known I was dying.
I hope I made you feel alive for a second.
My nerves hurt, and my body may or may not be failing.
But no matter how bad the sex was,
Or how much we hated each other in the end,
I know you were human like me.
Graham L. Bishop (ze/him) is a queer writer on the autism spectrum living in the South. You can find zim on Twitter at @animalcosmonaut or Instagram at @grahammatology.