For L
You were wild. They were not too keen of wild womyn and less of wild girls. I was rather reserved. Quiet but always strong willed.
If I said I would come, you knew I would show up
And you, your sister and your mother loved me
–and I you
the first time I moved away you came to help me pack
I kept the picture we took on that day
Your short purple hair and my frizzy locks
Everytime I am home you embrace with so much love I forget time has passed
For KJE
She is wild too. they tell her to love someone else and she says no. While riding her bike she came to the realization that loving another womyn, and choosing to spend her life with her was testament enough that she was “not so bad”. She could have chose something easier, something as simple as marrying a man. But she chose to live in the land of the morning calm and ride her bike though mangwon- do with her love
For NL
She is the quiet kind of wild, closer to mine. She does not talk much but she feels the world as if it were an extension of her. Her long golden hair. Her love of animals and her gentleness soften anyone in the vicinity. Countless times I have been in awe of her depth. I swim there with her and she swims there with me. We grow expanding like two foam growing capsule lizards. Who knows how much we will grow but we are willing to find out
For AC
Car rides, records stores and synchronized dancing to “Yo La Tengo” running through sprinklers in the middle of the night
swimming
concerts and sketching, Co-op sandwiches and poetry readings
She call herself a full time goblin. She embraces what others think makes her un lady like and she is not apologetic for being who she is–a force of nature
For DR
You are firm. You are the kind of woman trees envy. The kind that is rooted and grows evermore into her own beauty. When you dance your eyes light up and you giggle and sway your branches.
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