Already Yours

Poem

It isn't Jamie

It isn't Nina

It isn't Sara


It isn't any of the girls

You wanted and couldn't have.

It isn't any of the girls

You had and lost.

It's the girl you fall asleep with

And wake to

When you're in bed alone.


It is always you.


Your queerness is so much more internal

Than you ever give it credit for.

You think it rests in the hands of other women.

You think you need their love

To be valid

But remember, 

You never have to ask permission

To borrow something you've always owned.

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