Anything But a Gender Reveal

Possibility reveal. Particularity reveal. Vine spearing through soil reveal. Shy dog belly, unburied locket, peacock feathers fanning reveal. Singing voice reveal. Shaky at first, and then assured. Past life reveal. The one where you were a brilliant tiger moth. The one where you were silt, holding a child’s footprint. The one where you took the name you watered yourself. Existence of aliens confirmed and they think we’re cool as fuck reveal. Sun crowning your tent, a volta in the face of your lover. Secret bird colours we will never ever ever see. Your curiosity, so tragically misplaced. But you have the stamina. Now mount it and ride. CEO home address reveal. Extent of surveillance reveal. Which of the fathers are touching their kids. Reveal them. Blow the dust off. Tear the wrapping paper. Smoke the boulevard. Lick the fangs you gleaned. Applause reveal. You thought no one was listening? We are legitimately, like, legitimately making it up as we go reveal. It’s standing on the littlest sticks. It’s a marvel it stands at all. Everyone who still thinks about you lovingly now and then reveal. It’s been years. I don’t remember what you were called, but what feeling you gave me. It was orange, like a kiss on the mind. Destiny reveal. No, don’t tell me. I’d rather wonder.