The first time in my life I’d ever rested,
the first time I didn’t have to play a role
I’d never really wanted to get.
That’s the medicine it is
to be finally seen by someone.
I’d crack a smile and you’d point to my chest
and say, What just broke?
I’d throw my body in the river
but you’d say my name right
and I’d become a stone that skipped.
Do you remember the first record
where we didn’t have to change
the pronouns to sing along? We’d gone
so many years without music
that knew us. Music that knew you
could arch your back and I’d have proof
that the earth was round.
Bless who we were then.
Bless who we still are.
My straight friends tease me
because all my best friends
are my ex loves,
but a wise heart told me
it’s the most tender partof queerness
—how we’ve all lost
so much family when we find people we call family,
we’ll do almost anything
to not let go.