Thanks for joining today. Before checking out this post, I recommend reading the first part, HAVE A VERY RADICAL-ACCEPTANCE CHRISTMAS, which I wrote shortly after my father passed in 2023. Find it below:
TWO YEARS LATER
Dear Dad,
It’s been a couple years.
I’m more openly queer.
The neighborhood that I moved to
Is full of Christmas cheer.
(Is there anything more alien
Than finally being the adult to hang
The ornaments to make the season shine,
Knowing all the while
You’re a poem I’ll never find a way to write?)
I lit my smile,
Found the strength to be estranged
From the folks you loved who never could accept me as I am.
I wish you could see all the riches that I’ve gained.
I hope you’re not too mad that I blocked Mom.
You know she’ll be just fine, and
We both took her bullshit for way too long.
(Love shouldn’t make you run and hide.)
Those pottery pieces stayed in array,
But you’re welcome at my altar whenever you would like.
Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week.
