Origins Distilled in Spectrums
By Natalie Orman
“We may never touch queerness, but we can feel it as the warm illumination of a horizon imbued with potentiality. We have never been queer, yet queerness exists for us as an identity that can be distilled from the past and used to imagine a future.” - Jose Muñoz
Red, oxygenated blood whispers details of veins,
a minuscule yet defined family tree,
branching out to the “build a kid” workshop.
Orange life vests in a child’s size medium
clash with adult kayaks, caught
between Adirondack mountains like a popcorn kernel
Yellow peril, black lives, aren’t asking for my white—
neutral tears. I cry
respect for the intersectionality of our beginnings.
Green nature starts looking
more like the Starbucks logo than a pine.
Gluttony and greed came to the north country through city smoke.
Blue eyes reflect in my nephew’s wristband. Awareness
of an unknown spectrum that will linger and grow with him.
I just want to hear him talk to me.
Indigo’s devotion found in a prowl after—
pray for salvation from a baby toad in the driveway.
I prefer streetlamps over halos.
Violet flowers crest Sappho’s love in Judy Garlands.
Bloom a vibrant purple, a mixture
still a hue in itself.
About the Creator
Natalie Orman
I am a SUNY Geneseo student, currently. I have been experimenting with my poetry writing the past 2 years and decided I should start sharing them outside of my immediate circle.
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