There are two wolves inside me: The homosexual urge to tear out my organs covered in black bile to hang around my neck as if to say I am dirty; acknowledge that before you acknowledge me. Though, it’s either out of self-defense or self-loathing. And then the other homosexual urge to tear out my organs and clean them in my bathroom sink, so the bile will crawl down the drain away from me. And I will leave the organs in my closet, and hope nobody recognizes that I am hollow.