Impressions
Christine Jupp
This is what love looks like.
A pink secret my mother held in her
cheeks
When she told me she loved
Three women
A lifetime ago.
Just don’t
tell.
Sam arrived
Drunk and blue
To Pride in Portland.
Only to glow marigold
When he told me
He’s slept with
His first
Man.
My brother and I
Sweat sweet beads
That string us
Close
A June
After noon.
This is what love looks like
When it pours out of her
Bikini top
On her birthday
And I hold her
Crimson
And quiet.
Louder now.
Brilliant bismuth.
I said bisexual,
To grandma
One red wine
Evening,
Pumping an ocean
Over the phone.
And she
Says she loves me.
Gloria glows gold
Like her nail polish
And all the 78 years
She’s breathed.
She includes all genders
In future conversations
About my future
Love.
My heart is indigo,
romantic,
Burning ink
through my palms.
And I learn.
I earn my green,
And grow big
Like Mama’s
Garden.
This is what my love
Looks like.
About the Creator
Christine Jupp
I call Portland my home, even though I don't see it often.
Mostly poetry.
Some prose and short stories.
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