Different Times

I remember when I hid
beneath a wide brimmed hat
at Gay Pride parades,
erased my last name
on stories and poems
published in lesbian journals,
savored magazines not sold
in mainstream bookstores,
whispered the word lesbian,
 hid in the closet at work,
 wore the uniform--
plaid shirts,
work boots
 and one ear cuff
on my right ear,
became adept at hiding



Prompt: write a hiding poem