Filthy nail
I want you in my skin
Can you kiss the chaos away?
One Ruby lipstick swipe and I can hold myself
for a moment
My eyes have pried every floorboard, every picture frame, loose
for a touch of your dainty fury
Sink your teeth into the specks of my peeling heart
Maybe I’ll beat
for a moment
Filthy nail
my medicated candy bar
the sweet taste of forgetting
I crave
Your body pressed against mine
lovers
intertwined
Spread your rust
your decay
Maybe then it will stop hurting
Filthy nail
You heal me by hurting me
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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 Swanson4 days ago in Pride
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