Poems from acceptance
I admire paint on fingerpads
identification in style
a mile above ground
lofty ideals
sound ideas
risk
Some people look at me.
Look again, recognize my gender.
Please tell me that you know what I mean.
My existence means that the world is...
P-O-U-...
I spell out my town's name, so familiar on my lips.
The rose hips I keep forgetting to make tea with,
the pitch of pines and...