I went too far for people who promised to love me in exchange for not loving girls.
Visibility is a difficult thing to negotiate when one is gender non-conforming, so here is a poem taking a crack at explaining why what looks back at me in a mirror matters so much to me.
I knew nothing made sense but I was such a lovesick mess
A small poem, about giving away what’s left of your heart
The bells on the necks of the lambs rang out, calling towards the shepherd as they ran home.
A poem written for my gorgeous moon, who continues to make my days better.
I went too far for people who promised to love me in exchange for not loving girls.
Visibility is a difficult thing to negotiate when one is gender non-conforming, so here is a poem taking a crack at explaining why what looks back at me in a mirror matters so much to me.
I knew nothing made sense but I was such a lovesick mess
A small poem, about giving away what’s left of your heart
The bells on the necks of the lambs rang out, calling towards the shepherd as they ran home.
A poem written for my gorgeous moon, who continues to make my days better.