PROUD It’s hot It’s June It’s Pride The party kind not the riot kind; and I follow the footsteps of these beaten and bruised people and my heart swells! Thank you for existing. for allowing me to exist today, like this, like something else tomorrow. With so much love in my heart it was bound to burst: a brick against a wall. I am selfish thinking of all the hardship I’ve never had. All the joy I get to gather up and keep instead of mourn, because I am here now, and it’s Pride. The party kind not the riot kind. Ode to a(all) beautiful queer person(people) Short blue hair dancing Above a longboard Long legs push Stickered stars quiver in the sun On their cheekbones They stop to assess Storm damage on a powerline Open mouth staring my eyes Trace their jawline, down their throat I’ve never seen something so pretty So much better at existing than everyone else At the Ends of Your Hands Sometimes I sit and think about the microscopic space that lingers between my skin and yours when we kiss. How our breath is more the world’s than it ever is ours even as we exchange it between teeth. Every person thinks a different shade when someone says ‘blue’ and I want to know what yours looks like Even if I may never understand, I want to hear the words that sit close in your mouth and roll off your tongue. There is magic in every almost that falls around us: in that space between skin and things that aren’t ours between teeth. I take these thoughts and dance with them with my hip, warm under your palm
About the author:
Schuyler Brooks is a part-time book slinger at Bookish: a shop for indie folk who read in Arkansas. They are a creator in several arts and a dedicated poet. They love to write in form, specifically the Sestina and Ghazal. They have been published in Applause, an undergraduate literary journal at the University of Arkansas – Fort Smith.