we are nothing if not
foo
lish
when we tear our limbs to fly &
you are made of more than
ice box pulses in your wrist &
dusty coffin beds or so
you like to think.
I'm coming out: I'm straight by DeadmansCrescendo, literature
Literature
I'm coming out: I'm straight
Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you?
My voice quivered. Both of them looked up at me. Moms head was in Mums lap. Mum was slowly stroking her forehead, leaning down to kiss her forehead while still staring at me intently. A satanic bible was placed in Mums lap, the thin, withered pages torn in a few places from continued reading. You know you can talk to us about anything, Mom said, smiling, sitting up a bit straighter. She leaned over to kiss Mum, who kissed her back. I took a seat on the couch and pulled my knees up to my chin, staring down at my cuticles. Even for a guy, they were pretty nasty.
I took
01.
the sky was earl grey
and the clouds were steamy sips
and i wanted to drink it all.
02.
the leaves were star yellow
and the bark smelled of coffee
and the bakery was selling a moon made out of cheese.
03.
there was an old man on a bench
he threw his wedding band in the sewer
i cried for him.
04.
the birds were dreams
and the mountains, my obstacles,
tally ho young adventurer tally ho
05.
i ran into an artist today
he drew signs on corner post buildings
but he also gave his lunch to a homeless boy.
06.
my mom holds black holes beneath her eyes
and for the first time in days, she spoke to me,
"i'm worried about you.