I hope you’re somewhere safe.
I hope you’re in your friend’s basement, playing video games and eating pizza and getting tiny twinges of guilt whenever you remember your family. I hope you’re hunkered down with your ex, or on a bus to visit the one that got away. I hope you’re at a park, or at the store, surrounded by the losers you hang out with for some reason. I hope you’re hiking, hating us, cursing our names, thinking about calling someone but scared to turn your phone on. I hope you’re angry, furious, but far away from roads and dirty alleys and any people we don’t know of who might want to hurt you.
I don’t care if you come home. Just stay in one piece.
We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.
this is where my writing usually lives
usually i’m like ‘some heteronormativity is ok because hetero is kinda the norm’ but today literally every person i encountered was queer so i guess i need to go home and rethink my life
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.