Vass puts out a hand,
which Local Boy takes
and slowly shakes.
“And my pronouns are
they, them, theirs.”
Local Boy eyes up
Vass’s long, aurora-manicured nails,
like Vass is an exotic
sea creature washed ashore.
“Nice to meet you, Vass.
I don’t think I’ve met
a nonbinary person before.”
“There’s a first time
for everything,” says Vass,
stretching out on their sun lounger
like a relaxed cat.
“So, what’s your name?”
The devil on my shoulder tells me
I should be angry
Vass hasn’t introduced me,
but my angel tells me
this is Vass’s moment.
“I’m Adonis,
and my pronouns are
he, him, his.”
Adonis turns to me
with an expectant smile.
“And you are?”
For a moment I forget I’m really here,
beside my best friend,
