Lord do we love the comfort of a clear line
It lets us know which side we’re on
It wraps us in finality
Hot chocolate and fireplaces
ice cream and swimming pools
Picnics in the sun
and a comfortable bed at night
None of these trivial comforts
hold a candle to the breath of relief
when truths are mutually exclusive
There is right. There is wrong.
There is good. There is bad.
There is them. There is us.
My existence is the result of two young people
one gay and one straight
in their innocence believing getting married
would fix it all
Getting married was misguided at best
and would cause each of them pain
from which they have yet to recover
My existence is the comfort they take
for the choices of their youth
therefore it must be right they married…. right?
No. I am an and.
Their marriage was the mistake of youth
and I am glad to exist
I am not the affirmation of my parents’ fate
I am the outcome of it
As unbearable as it is
sometimes there is an and
where we want to believe in therefore
Scenes from a Daydream 