August 3, 2016
LGBTQ Poets Respond to the Pulse Nightclub Shooting
It only took two words, end of the
"What if" —
Well, they're prettier with their mouth closed, but they're speaking
Good God they're speaking it into the hollows of my collarbones,
into the dull aching place between my ribs where I've been
tender for hours. Since.
"You should just,
you should do it because,
because what if that's how you came out to your family.
So I'm closing my eyes, breathing into their open mouth,
I'm thinking they're right.
I'm thinking that sounds like
Taking my last breaths on a bathroom floor,
my mother finding out that I'm
in a headline.
My yearbook photo plastered on the newspaper while she
sips her coffee.
she will not wish me back, she will
pray for my soul.
Pray that the bullet was laced with holy water to
finally draw out the demons
and the only one who will cry for me
will be this person beneath me,
gripping my waist, wet seal of their mouth pressed to my neck.
It's easy for them to say that it's easy
but I am just a few shades too dark to ever be
honest with a parent.
no she will not wish me back.
Mitelia Tribbitt is a queer student in San Francisco.
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