Sorry, I wrote one yesterday but didn't post it. This is what I wrote today.
When the girl on your swim team turns benign homophobia into a Facebook art form, scream your cheekbones bloody in rebellion,
let your faith in her bleed itself out of you,
bind her betrayal into pages of poetry.
It is the only way you'll remember without shattering your trust on the sidewalk
over
and
over
and
over again.
My girl, my poet,
my hero,
myself,
do this for us.
Remember that you are love in kaleidoscope
You are most beautiful when you are shaken.
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