The first book that stopped me was for parents dealing with gay children. The introduction was worded like it was intended for readers coping with a … - Saeed Jones

I was proud of my exhaustion, as if the darkness circling my eyes was proof of my adulthood.

Tears don’t always just fall; sometimes they rip through you, like storm-painted gusts instead of mere raindrops.

THE BLUE DRESS

Her blue dress is a silk train is a river
is water seeps into the cobblestone steps of my sleep, is still raining
is monsoon brocade, is winter stars stitched into puddles
is goodbye in a flooded, antique room, is goodbye in a room of crystal bowls
and crystal cups, is the ring-ting-ring of water dripping from the mouths
of crystal bowls and crystal cups, is the Mississippi river is a hallway, is leaks
like tears from windowsills of a drowned house, is windows open to waterfalls
is a bed is a small boat is a ship, is a currant come to carry me in its arms
through the streets, is me floating in her dress through the streets
is the moon sees me floating through the streets, is me in a blue dress
out to sea, is my mother is a moon out to sea.