Letter K
Where exactly will this wave crash me Dashed against rocks at the ragged edge of creativity Maybe it'll open up new avenues of knowing myself non-judgmentally or tamp down the need to rhyme all the time See what I did there It wasn't subtle Not much stays subtle when letter K is so special Starting to feel marshmallowy An essential part of your good morning cereal Dunk me in your coffee before I go batty and think it's cerebral Everything wants a piece of all of me now I feel it nibbling, hear it gibbering Beckoning me into bold becoming Sending shiny softness to build my nest where I can hatch entities that make no biological sense Be jealous, baby birds cos baby, we glint Our genealogy jams or is something jammed in it Gumming up the works with mutant quirks only a motherfucker could love Flopping across the snickering sky when it's time to fly, dammit Now's no time for nailing the interview Today's no day for claiming my responsible space As a salesman or farmer or attorney maybe or periodontist who forgot to get training oh I don't know how much can I make as a hobo How does one of those jobs sound coming out in the same sentence as my name from your own loco-motivated mouth So much get-up-and-go I wish you'd get out Did you know we're all made of masterpiece batter We're each the universe's favorite but we forget to own it That's why we think all the extraneous shit has to matter and muddle through without making the most of each moment Rigid rules warn us we better find opposite forms fonder despite the fact it's perfectly natural to ponder what goes where, or why there are clothes we can't wear But there's always a prude to whip up the who's who if you do til suddenly you're shitcanned from your church and your school and even your crew might not take up for you cos if they do suspicion might fall on them too And not a single bit of that should be your problem just because you dared to seek your truth But that wars with the narrative established by the drops rolling from your eyes when they try to make it cheaper to pay the price of living lies that each of us is exactly like the other that there can only be one kind of mother who better have dinner ready for a template father If they'll back that sludge up into your brain might be smart to poison test the O.J. Let little sis hit her sippy cup before assuming it's safe and hey, she's A-Ok! Can't help but think it could've gone either way Colorful characters snuck in to make sure you were raised learning your love can be proud to speak its name Ripped the band aid off this wounded, wounding age where your parents think heroes are quaint Only found in comic books except the ones who turn out to be crooks K helps the X-Men burst right off the page Champions of fiction who really do save kids who have never before seen it portrayed that being outnumbered just sharpens their dignity That those who reject them reject moral decency In the vivid palette of wild fantasy they find themselves, for once, reflected honestly and grasp their inherent equality Yes to all other things their being is equal Sounds nice, doesn't it sound peaceful But what if it doesn't sound how their congregation says it should What if a big gay brown one darkens the Gladiolas color guard What if that guy right there forks his tongue for just a minute Does it mean eternity in a Heaven without him in it Can Heaven go right on gleaming without that guy, without any guy who ever guyed who just thought they were born and bound to affirm joy doesn't strike you blind I'm glad something taught me to fight for him like I did I'm glad we help each other live That knowing what to live for can't be taken away by these dark days when our president represents nothing we'd ever stand for but he expects us to stand for more and religion rears like the first cursed word Like we ain't never got it near right and every single time God tries to speak a song to us all we won't be quiet But we heal we heal we heal and ever is ours as is will We love we love we love That's what becomes of us To dust to dust to dust our bones not brilliance we entrust Unafraid to die or to rise 'cos what has survived will survive the unstompable embers burning away decay Hovering forever above the age old razorblade
This poem feels like someone thinking out loud while the whole inner world shakes, spills, jokes, panics, and dreams all at once.
It carries the warmth of a mind that refuses to stay small, even when the world keeps trying to shrink it.
The playful absurdities cereal, marshmallows, mutant birds feel like survival tools, humour used to soften the sharp edges of self‑doubt.
Beneath the laughter, there’s a real ache: the fear of not fitting into any of the roles society insists we should want.
The poem’s tenderness emerges in its belief that we are all “masterpiece batter,” worthy before we prove or perform anything.
It exposes how cruelly difference is punished, how quickly communities turn on those who dare to live their truth.
The X‑Men references become a lifeline a reminder that being outnumbered can still mean being powerful, dignified, necessary.
There’s a fierce love in the speaker’s refusal to abandon those who are rejected, as if protecting them is also a way of protecting themselves.
The poem’s anger is braided with hope, insisting that even in dark times, we can still choose to heal, to love, to rise.
In the end, it becomes a declaration of endurance a belief that what is truest in us keeps burning, stubborn and bright, no matter how sharp the world becomes.