Hold me closer/human starving soul

And our souls are starving

I know I’ve said it before

but our souls are starving

craving some kind of connection

gay gay

super gay–

I just want us all to be okay, kay?

There’s power in labels, power in names,

shouting from the rooftops,

we’ve decades to reclaim

we’re gay gay super gay

if I’m parenting my inner child

I gotta

let them bust their closet down

without bruising themselves

or maybe just be there to offer bandages in the aftermath

gay gay super gay

I never got to date in my teens

and the ache of what could’ve been

but never was

still leaves me hollow sometimes

like a bedroom of a house I’m not allowed in

like throwbacks to high school I somehow survived

enby baby enby

snug bug, clicked like you was meant to exist

we were meant to exist

can’t turn the clock back now

I was meant to bloom

lights out for

this vigil

of a timeline that never grew

gay gay

the teen in me

just wants to say “I’m super gay for you”

or someone

or something

(won’t you be super gay for me?)

like a rite of passage,

I never got

a culture taught by my ancestors

I just got

the internet

because my kind of culture

is born out of desperate hunger

for a family that wants us,

scattered, stronger,

lover,

won’t you want me

want me

gay gay super gay

right as I am

won’t you hoist a slogan

to fight for my little kid

trans lives are human lives

(do we gotta keep saying it?)

growing up

in lonely timelines

won’t you

see my human starving hunger

come barging out of this closet

to ruins

a burnt up symphony song of silence

to

gay gay super

not okay,

what lies out here, in the future?

What lies out there, in the distance

when the present

peers so cold over my shoulder?

I’m parenting

my inner child

who wants

love’s safe passage

but what kind of world

can I give them

when we find ourselves

in a husk of a home

outed for a barren future

and our souls are still

starving?