#sleepovers
I told myself
the white walls of her
castle illuminated my class,
That the poverty in
my footsteps traipsed dirt
into pristine halls.
That my broken home
would leave shards
of splinters in her own.
That I should never
play the role of prince
with the conviction I felt in my soul.
That she was a fairytale I wasn’t allowed.
I didn’t voice
I’d heard the term lesbian
and come to understand things about myself.
That the syllables of
her name on my tongue
carried the tang of hymns.
That her name made my empty soul soar.
And then fall.
That her name made God jealous.
Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 5:20 PM UTC
wrap your arms
around her waist
her face
soft in sleep
white sheets
around you both
- like something brief
might change
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC