Pierced Lobe
Is that
for your girlfriend
Clip on
ear rings
rest
like limp dolls
I was never
allowed to
play
with
My grandmother
cried
when
a gay couple
got married on
T.V.
Tears of joy
that seem
queer
I know she won’t
live to my
wedding
Tears of joy
I’ll never see,
a piece of you
Is still welcome
So,
No
they are for me
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“A piece of you is still welcome.” That is damn powerful. Great poem. Thank you for sharing.
Truly powerful:
Tears of joy
I’ll never see,
a piece of you
Is still welcome