I started this one poem a day because I wanted to share my favorite verses with you all. How many people have actually listened to each one, well, I don’t know (that’s a lie; I do know. WordPress shares states with its users).

Each of these poems is a part of me, somehow inspiring me to continue an effort to write. Some remind me of who I was, who I am, and who I want to be in this life.

There is a reason why “Dear Straight People” speaks to a past me, but that’s not a conversation I’m willing to have. Not yet, anyway.

During this month, I’ve been struggling to aim my blog towards a new direction. I’m still not sure what that is. But I’m tired of presenting my life as a soap opera. Sure, those posts will continue to appear here. As will the Mackie and Anderson posts, because I need those demons every now and again to remind me of who I’m not. No matter how low I feel.

But that’s enough about me and my plans. Please enjoy today’s poem.

Dear Straight People,
You’re the reason we stay in the closet.
You’re the reason we even have a closet.
I don’t like closets, but you made the living room an unshared space
and now I’m feeling like a guest in my own house.

Dear Straight People,
Sexuality and gender? Two different things
combined in many different ways.
If you mismatch your socks, you understand.