In the Humble Aftermath
A Poem For The Bus Ride Back
After the show
At the end of the day
My heart sinks deeper into surrounding tissue
My essence moulds into existence
My body, ten-times-ten tender tonnes
My ribs plush cushion made
The lights dimming
A soy wax candle burns my belly sage
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See, after the parade
At the end of the day
The mask of confidence
Endless energy and erupting euphoria
Ends
It’s just me now
In dimmed hues casting rainbow
Shadows across disco lit walls
It’s all about the in-betweens
The distance between moments
The heavy sigh of relief of surviving another day
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But after the curtains are drawn
And the crowds go home
The music echos on
Thumps of bass reverberate
Maybe, the beat will carry us through long enough this time
Through the bills, hate, and anti-queer sentiment
Maybe we won’t lose so many dance partners this time
Maybe, just maybe, love will win this time
(I hope)
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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