"The morning after Orlando,
we hang our heads half-staff.
My love shrugs my arm off their shoulderand reminds me where we are:
We’re at a rest stop, we’re somewhere
in the Midwest.
The shooter’s father said his son
opened up the chest of that nightclub
and undid its pulse because he saw two men
kissing in the street. I try to kiss my love
in the street. Even after, I have a hard time
believing anyone would want me
to die for this...
It’s like killing someone for dancing,
or for praying, or for being a child—which I guess
this world also does now—while a love note in a locker
turns death threat. While a boy leaves the closet
only to lock himself in the river.
And now, even pride feels like a casket.
And now, the rainbow bleeds out.
And now, I see a man buy a rifle in a Walmart and I don’t know
whether to hold my love’s hand tighter
or to let it go.
I watch my love from the crack of the rest stop stall.
I know what a haircut like theirs can launch
in a town with this much belief
in god.
So we walk back to the car like siblings
where nothing can kill us
but the news on the radio."
I've read many poetry anthologies that I have enjoyed or that have moved me in some way and if even one single line resonates with me, from throughout the collection, then I feel it was my worth my time in having read it. Rarely do I find such a connection with every word, every line, and every poem in the way that I did here. Flawless is the one word I would use to describe this! Also, devastating!
Megan Falley tackles many topics here, such as queerness, toxic masculinity, female fear, gun crime, religion and so, so much more. Some topics were based upon her personal experiences but all managed to convey universal emotions throughout them. I spent an afternoon with tears in my eyes and a heart both full and breaking due to these impressive contents. I definitely have a new favourite poet!
"a brave woman
stood up in an ocean of alone
and said, me
and
as if she summoned
sisters from the sea,
they raised their hands
like an army of answers,
an echo that would change
the tide, quiet at first,
then amplified
by the bittersweet gift
of not only one back
to carry the burden,
and, like a trust fall
long overdue, she was caught
by the sound of thousands
of opening arms, voices
of the voiceless, speaking
me too."