LGBTQ+ Poem: My Beautiful Hill That I Can’t Climb, by Caroline Collins

the beautiful hills are big but they don’t frighten me
they protect us while we lay on the pointy grass
your golden hair tickling the Earth
as you sing along with the birds when you laugh
we just ate deli meat sandwiches
some say it will give us cancer but at least we will
go down together
our complaints about politics and pottery bounce
against the trees, disappearing in your eyelashes
our favorite pastimes since we were little
slapping each other’s knees
with matching bracelets on the wrists
but bare fingers so we can still hold each other’s hands
the sun smiling down on us
but I think you are bright enough to light this world
and you move freely with the wind, your maxi skirt boundless
and it makes me think
I wish I had the courage to love you like I should

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