7/2/25 poetry roundup

I know pride month is over, but EVERY month is pride month, and every day is an awesome day to take pride in our personhood and our right to BE.

A bit of backstory, I took inspiration from sibling (what I’m starting to call my supporters) Andy from Ohio, who once wrote to me about flies in a vent, making music and ramming bodies, and I thought it was poetic as fuck. The poems below borrow his words.

“In the meantime, we get to make music and ram our bodies together to harmonize with the rain”

“Where are we going?” I ask as my lover leads me by the hand.

“To the club, to dance,” he says.

“No, I mean humanity!” I shout over the pounding bass

as sweat drips down my face to his

chest to chest we dance and sing

“Seriously, though, how’d we get here, man?” I query as he grinds

against me in the sweltering heat

“We drove,” he speaks.

“I don’t understand!”

I shout he turns to kiss me on the mouth;

it’s warm, “the right temperature”

like Sean Paul was singing,

my lover successfully turned me on.

We took a stop at the bar

“I just… don’t know who we are…”

I say as he orders my favorite drink, tips his glass,

and with a clink, says, “I’m Devin, nice to meet you.”

He winks, it’s hot but

“I’m serious,” I demand.

“OH hi serious, any relation to the blocks of the wizarding world?” he chortles

and I spit my drink —

“I’m sorr — “

With a kiss he silences me, I remember the sweet.

The sprinkles turn on just then,

smoke,

a fire coulda been

but —

“The roof!

The roof! The roof is on fire!

We don’t need no water

let the mothafucka burn!”

my lover shouts

pulling me into the crowd of jambing bodies

moving to our own song

in the icy cold sprinkling water.

At that moment, I saw,

I know who we are,

I remembered how we got here,

I know where we’re going too.

I don’t know what the purpose

of all this is but fuck the test,

I can ace the quiz

my lover’s kiss, my hand in his, this club, these moments

we more than exist, we live, that’s what queerness is

“In the meantime, we get to make music and ram our bodies together to harmonize with the rain”

In spite of the pain, the emotional drain

Fear and foreboding

We can dance in the rain

Cheeks stained purple and blue

We have our lover’s arms to fall into

The hate and abuse

We drown that out with music too

The struggle for liberation

Our right to “BE”

A happy ending we may not see

In the meantime we can “BE”

happy; make music and dance

hold our lover’s hand; and hold our lovers hand

You said:

You said you don’t believe in god

You believe in me

You don’t care too much for fate

Prefer to create the choices you make

So you choose me

You don’t know how the world was made

How it’ll change or the way things will go

But you KNOW what you want

Freedom and liberation for Palestine and all the oppressed

people of the world; And me… and me

Queer Love

Being Queer

being HERE

on this earth

cursed

with love

here to stay set up for

an unknown fate

as our governments eviscerate; rights

it’s not exactly clear, like

a foggy morning with dew

staining our face as tears; there’s

beauty here

in the lavender haze

it’s calm here; fun too

in the end we all haven’t a clue

what there was or is or will be; yet

in the meantime

we get to make music

and ram our little bodies

together

to harmonize with the rain

we get to create and love

in spite of

cuz

no matter what

it’s all love

it’s all us

all of us is love

#poetry