[Written by Rowan Bland]
[Image Credit: Sappho and Alcaeus, oil on panel by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 1881]
No-one seems to want me to be together
besides you. Maybe
I have a right hand and
a left hand but
they belong to this one body: me
I’ve only felt rightfully together when our bodies are
together
and I mentioned how I like both, the other night
just a passing comment to you: I loved
I loved loved loved
how you forget it’s even a thing
because everyone else seems to want me to choose
I just choose you, right now
and whoever comes after you, if anybody comes after you
at all.
I don’t care what type of person brushes the hair from my cheek
and I wish it didn’t make me into a half
I wish for my identity to be whole, whole
whole like the way I always feel with
you
you settle me
I am settled, and there is so much inside that dissents
sometimes my personalities don’t go together
but we go together
I guess I just want the world to know that my identity is one of
unity
and nothing less.
