Poetry

Junebugs

Swinging in the twilight 
Summer sun cools to breezes 
Vanilla ice cream— 
From little plastic cups with wood spoons— 
Dripped on concrete 
Sticky memorial to innocence 

Street lights come on 
And junebugs play 
As Dad laughs and Mom chats with the neighbors. 
Remember 
This was us once
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The rainbow baton

I’ve been marveling a little at how far we’ve come in our lifetimes. There’s so much queer content now, not just coded but stated clearly, that it’s a major party platform to ban it.

That entire religious denominations are splitting in half (half with us!) and have to go to extreme financial and legal lengths to fight against us. City councils and school boards have allies at them, vocal and not anonymous! Support is so high that the haters have to resort to coordinated campaigns and recycle their fear-mongering and dig out Anita Bryant’s old catchphrases to make Florida the leader in hate again instead of just taking it for granted that we are society’s undesirables.

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