WINDOW

Once in a lifetime, you will gesture at an open window, tell the one who detests the queerness in you that dead daughters do not disappoint, free your sore knees from inching towards a kind of reprieve, declare yourself genderless as hawk or sparrow: an encumbered body let loose from its cage. You will refuse your mother’s rage, her spit, her tongue heavy like the heaviest of stones. Your mother’s anger is like the sun, which is like love, which is the easiest thing – even on the hardest of days. You will linger, knowing that this standing before an open window is what the living do, that they sometimes reconsider at the slightest touch of grace. #ShareWithPindle #pindlecontest