Dear [REDACTED]
All in Poetry
O to shield oneself with the visage of the sunset;
To shroud away from the rake of nail and bruise of touch
I lay on his lap in the dark
pale faces cotton freckled with time
On the car ride home with you
Me in the passenger seat
You, one hand on the wheel
The other in my hand.
Mom always said she’d support us
if any of us were gay,
no questions asked.
but when it’s time I can never
let myself begin / what’s the meaning
of acceptance if everything collapses
Go tell a tree
It’s beautiful and watch it
Lean a little more
Towards the road.
I haven’t made this easy. You may unbutton
my blouse, but you cannot unlace my ribcage.