Jul 5
We still love you.
For love is in contention.
Cast away the comely marrow that you use to think yourself
Whole.
You can step off of the world if you think us this cold
Sort. ٭٭٭٭,
Don’t wander in the forest.
For life is in contention.
٭٭٭٭, step here,
and step there-
and such, so we can know you.
Forsake the forest things, or do not continue further.
Cold-
Why are you so cold?
Cast away the comely marrow that you use to change yourself.
Lo, ٭٭٭٭,
Your love is in contention.
Cast away the way you make it, or we will not love you.
For love is in contention.
Cast away the comely marrow that you use to think yourself
Whole.
You can step off of the world if you think us this cold
Sort. ٭٭٭٭,
Don’t wander in the forest.
For life is in contention.
٭٭٭٭, step here,
and step there-
and such, so we can know you.
Forsake the forest things, or do not continue further.
Cold-
Why are you so cold?
Cast away the comely marrow that you use to change yourself.
Lo, ٭٭٭٭,
Your love is in contention.
Cast away the way you make it, or we will not love you.
from june 22, 2022
poem from the past a day #47
this looks a little better when I don't have to use an asterisk variation due to formatting issues.
this is about coming out to people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, but your queerness makes that love instead conditional.
the phrase "comely marrow" to me describes, first, *comely* which hints at womanhood, and *marrow* as a substance that provides you with the ichor of life, in this case it's estrogen.
the "censoring" in the poem is not after-the-fact, but a writing mechanic that invokes the presence of information that the reader isn't allowed to know. in this case it's my deadname. you can pronounce it as a soundless single syllable beat.
poem from the past a day #47
this looks a little better when I don't have to use an asterisk variation due to formatting issues.
this is about coming out to people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, but your queerness makes that love instead conditional.
the phrase "comely marrow" to me describes, first, *comely* which hints at womanhood, and *marrow* as a substance that provides you with the ichor of life, in this case it's estrogen.
the "censoring" in the poem is not after-the-fact, but a writing mechanic that invokes the presence of information that the reader isn't allowed to know. in this case it's my deadname. you can pronounce it as a soundless single syllable beat.
