my heart fills up backwards
with cement and horseflies
no blood
no more
and i'm being eaten alive
once upon a morning i thought
i'd pray to god
your god, my god, his god, their god
i shout amen, so be it,
until my voice was all gone
but the night came
as it always does
i turned to stone once more
freezing, the holes in my soul
but then the holes fill with honey
smoother and sweeter than me
my heart fills up backwards
cement and honey
i think i will pray
to be eaten alive
but your hands
my hands
their hands
my heart lives floating
so lighthearted above the city
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson7 days ago in Pride
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