Of Sweetest Succor
Yes, I saved the extremely lesbian poem as my opener for the final day of my silly Pride poetry project. A lot of my other final day poems are going to be heavy, complex, or are directly interrogating some of my own, seemingly universal, dog girl idiosyncrasies.
Yeah, I don’t have a ton to say about this one, mostly because I think it speaks for itself, though I can say one thing. There’s this vile and prevalent idea that autistic folks don’t feel emotions or that we’re emotionally stunted/have trouble perceiving them in others. I’d like to think this piece speaks to that belief’s falsity.
In truth most of us feel our emotions so strongly they can be unbearable. This poem came about in one such space of desperation. As I struggled to comprehend much less articulate how it felt to finally feel supported and seen and welcomed for all I am by another person for the first time in my 32 years of life.
I will hold that memory, that emotion, that moment, and this poem they birthed, close to my heart for so long as I draw breath.
I hope you’ve been resonating with my work this week. It’s been a rough one for me personally, and the response to these has been heartening. Not sure what I’ll do once this project wraps today, well besides the explanation.
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