‘I can hear them all Cheering for us, Proud of our achievement, As if it were theirs. Because it is theirs. We didn’t get here on our own.’
Extract from Only on the Weekends
By Dean Atta
Published by Hodder Children’s Books
MAY
SUNDAY MORNING
‘Mayday! Mayday!
Euston, we have a problem!’
I say, to fill the silence.
‘That’s funny,’ says K.
Maybe
But he doesn’t laugh.
Dad and Gem chat to Maz and Uncle O,
To give us some privacy.
The station concourse is full of people
Heading wherever they’re heading:
Watford Junction.
Birmingham New Street.
Manchester Piccadilly.
Glasgow Central, like us.
‘I know it’s meant to be Houston, like Whitney.
But it feels like I’m going into space today,’ I say.
K groans, ‘I got the joke, Cupcake.
You want me to kiss you, don’t you?
Here in front of all these strangers
And your dad and Gem and Maz and Uncle O.’
I think:
That would be nice
But I don’t expect it.
I say:
‘I don’t want that,
If it’s not what you want?’
‘I want to but I can’t.’
‘That’s okay.’ I mean it.
K leans in toward me.
I’m so confused.
I back away.
K stumbles forward,
Then rights himself,
Arms spread.
He looks like he’s been fouled in a basketball game
And looks round for the referee.
‘What the fuck?’ K loud-whispers.
‘I don’t understand you.
You said you couldn’t.’
‘I thought I couldn’t.
But when you said it was okay,
I felt like maybe I could.’
‘Then tell me
You’ve changed your mind.’
‘Doesn’t leaning in for a kiss tell you that?’
‘I’m sorry,’ I say,
Even though I don’t think I should be sorry.
‘I’m sorry, too,’ says K.
‘Can I kiss you now?’
‘You may,’ I say.
Relief, nerves, and excitement
Fill the air between us like a mist.
K reaches through it to grips my shoulders.
He leans in with an expectant smile.
As our lips touch,
We have liftoff!
I imagine
An LGBTQ Mission Control:
They
Appear
Before my eyes.
A dozen names
We learned in school
And a dozen more
I’d searched for: Alan Turing,
Billy Porter, Danez Smith,
Derek Jarman, Elton John,
Francis Lee, Frank Ocean,
Harvey Milk, Ian McKellen,
James Baldwin, Janelle Monáe,
John Waters, Josephine Baker,
Lady Gaga, Lady Phyll,
Laverne Cox, Lil Nas X,
Marsha P. Johnson, Oscar Wilde,
Peter Tatchell, RuPaul,
Russell T Davies, Sue Sanders,
Whitney Houston.
Like rocket fuel,
They lift us up and away!
I can hear them all
Cheering for us,
Proud of our achievement,
As if it were theirs.
Because it is theirs.
We didn’t get here on our own.
Only on the Weekends by Dean Atta is published by Hodder Children’s Books, priced £8.99.
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