I’ve never been so glad to see Kansas<\/p>\n
as the day I’m driving through<\/p>\n
Humboldt, Nebraska.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This is the place where they killed<\/p>\n
Teena Brandon,\u00a0because she looked<\/p>\n
too much like a boy.<\/p>\n
Wanted to be one, too.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
She was Brandon, in the end, not Teena.<\/p>\n
No one could rape it out of her, out of him,<\/p>\n
although at least two men tried.<\/p>\n
The sheriff laughed and let them go.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They came back and finished the job,<\/p>\n
shot her at close range, then stabbed him,<\/p>\n
to finish the job. Like they thought they were<\/p>\n
killing two people, a two-gendered freak.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the movie, “Boys Don’t Cry,” \u00a0they didn’t tell<\/p>\n
how s\/he always wanted hair<\/p>\n
the color Willa Cather called<\/p>\n
certain wheat fields in the sun.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Was it because blondes have more fun?<\/p>\n
Or was the bleach a disguise, hoping he could<\/p>\n
hide, from Lincoln to Falls City to Humboldt?<\/p>\n
The house where he died sits off in the distance, mute.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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