When my aunt
whispered in my ear
we love you very much
I wish she would’ve screamed
When my other aunt sent me
the collected poems of langston hughes
john waters and nikki giovanni
I knew she meant be as queer
as you want to be
When my other aunt
called me and my girl ladies
ignored my new name and
name dropping of laverne
the cards stopped coming
When my cister has her devil children
will I be allowed to speak with them
will I be an aunt, an uncle or
someone else entirely.
