Dear You, It’s the middle of April, aka Poetry (Writing) Month, which means all I care about right now is poetry. But really, all I ever care about is poetry. By which I mean I care about life. Like the other week, being out with my queer and trans friends at the Queer Youth Assemble rally, and how we were all dressed up in our Most Gender finery, all of us chorusing to each other: “Dude, girl, you look
That Is Poetry
That Is Poetry
That Is Poetry
Dear You, It’s the middle of April, aka Poetry (Writing) Month, which means all I care about right now is poetry. But really, all I ever care about is poetry. By which I mean I care about life. Like the other week, being out with my queer and trans friends at the Queer Youth Assemble rally, and how we were all dressed up in our Most Gender finery, all of us chorusing to each other: “Dude, girl, you look