𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.
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wrote this one over the summer, a considerable amount of months ago, but i stumbled upon it written down in a notebook of mine and i wished to share it now.
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my queerness is abstract,
and fluid,
and a lot all at once.
how do you say you're queer
in the way lightning
branches across the sky?
in the way you think about
painting your nails with him,
or the way he pushes off
the ground and skateboards away,
or how he made you a ring and
is sending it to you in the mail?
this queerness feels
angry
(fiery , red , rebellious)
this queerness feels
soft
(stars , blankets , hands entwined)
my identity wishes to remain
outside labels
& yet
inside fences all the same.
it is summer and i'm
sticky with sweat
and the strawberries are
cool and sweet on my tongue,
and maybe that's what
my queerness is.
YOU ARE READING
impermanence
Poetry[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
