TWO YEARS LATER

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 b******t 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. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com