as my first blog post, i just wanted to say hi. i’m excited to see what i’ll do here. while we’re all tryna navigate this chaotic world, i want this to be a place for me — and hopefully, you reading this — to breathe. i was looking at the first couple lines of this poem on an old google doc, and thought i’d revisit it as a retrospective of my feelings about passion. sometimes, i feel so low that it’s hard for me to feel passionate about the things i know i want to accomplish in my life… and this year hasn’t been very helpful in picking up my mood. as a black trans person, i can say from first-hand experience that the world isn’t always so kind. but, there are moments (like, this poem i’m sharing) where i am able to say, “here i am. and that’s enough.” so, i hope you like it, and, welcome to my blog.
sometimes, i forget my body can take these torches
of veins and light these pipelines of blood.
sometimes, i forget that a chest of living wishes
finds home under my tongue
and that memories can dissolve into me like sugar there.
sometimes, i forget that my organs are not made
of drying sand or the wind of a thousand last breaths,
but of flesh: warm, bare, and waiting
for me to find the things that make me believe
i am living.
red’s the color of blood