Poetry is a place to go in the midst of crushing setback. I mean lyrical language in all its forms, most especially songs. Hands down, Taylor Swift is keeping more queer kids alive than any church. It’s not all tough luck. We show up for graduation, birth, and union, too.
After a long ago crack up, I wrote this short verse.
Picking through the tin knit of brutal life is delicate work after it has succumbed
Frayed wiring, small fires, a search for circuits through which words can weave new meanings
Like slow learner
Who better to find our way through now?
Slow Learner, revised
Anne L'Ecuyer 