It is a repetitive reintroduction of myself
to the universe and everyone in it.
Every time I think I am done
I have to go again.
And somehow I am rarely seen as I see me.
First I am queer before I am given my name.
Or I am my name
and nothing else.
It is a dizzying tango
where I fight to be fully seen
and held.
After a lifetime of hiding in the dark
I am exposing myself to this light.
I am becoming light.
I was always light I did not realize.
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