In Defense of “Birthday Month”

Whenever August 1st comes around,

“It’s the beginning of Birthday Month!”

I’d play along to a certain extent,

More times than not I’d also tease,

“People only get one birthday,

No one gets an entire month!”

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Poetry Doesn’t Have to be Perfect

“Oh no, that stanza should be over there…”

Publishing poetry changes the words,

They no longer only belong to me,

Every reader has their own impression,

Clicking publish removes it from my control.

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How I Knew I Was a Lesbian at 4 Years Old


As my teacher explained God’s plan,

I remember these specific thoughts:

“That’s not me, I’m not in Heaven,

Why aren’t two married girls there?”

Prior to my initial homophobic trauma at 4 years old,

I had to have known I was exclusively attracted to girls,

Otherwise it would not have been severely traumatic.

So I must have known prior to it,

Even right before that moment,

But what was the actual feeling?

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What’s the Purpose of Poetry?


You can’t hear my words,

You can’t sing along to the tune,

You can’t listen for comfort in isolation.


You can’t watch my words,

You can’t view the imagery,

You can’t see descriptions as distraction.

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My Mother, My Angel

A mother and her youngest child:

All of my firsts were all of her lasts.

I was the final offspring she nourished,

Both inside and outside of the womb.

I was the final bird to fly the nest,

Did she notice my broken wings?

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