Poem submission acceptance! My first time submitting in months; I’ll take it as a good omen. I’m going to try to get more stuff out there in the near future.
And last night, at 11:57 p.m., I finally finished the long-form poem I’ve been snarking about for a couple weeks. It’s something like 300 lines? I’m not sure. Anyway, it’s on to the next one, since I have a series of ideas lined up that I want to tackle, and my poor journal is thirsty for more ink. Not sure what to do next with this first endeavor, though… should I leave it and come back to it later? Should I pass it to well-meaning friends for their input in the meantime? Hm.
This one is just a little ditty for We Write Poems‘ prompt to give our sixteen-year-old selves some wisdom. It wasn’t that long ago for me (at least, within recent enough memory), but I do still think sometimes how life would be different if I’d come out at age sixteen (instead of age eighteen). It probably would have saved a great many people lots of trouble.
Ovillejo for Myself at Sixteen
Come out, I’d say, don’t try to hide.
the closet door. These secret things–
your ways– are poison to deny.
past any Icarene reply:
you will not fall. There will be love.
I am the proof you’re dreaming of:
throw wide your wings and fly.