And will you vow to stay
If I let you plant a kiss
I lay on his lap in the dark
pale faces cotton freckled with time
On the car ride home with you
Me in the passenger seat
You, one hand on the wheel
The other in my hand.
Mom always said she’d support us
if any of us were gay,
no questions asked.
but when it’s time I can never
let myself begin / what’s the meaning
of acceptance if everything collapses
Go tell a tree
It’s beautiful and watch it
Lean a little more
Towards the road.
I haven’t made this easy. You may unbutton
my blouse, but you cannot unlace my ribcage.
This story has five acts that reflect on the artist’s confrontations with the challenges of performing to the standards of social expectations…
…it is an odyssey of self-affirmation for an aromantic woman under siege by a society that does not yet understand her.