Hey girl, are you a blood transfusion?
Because Mormons disapprove of you, but you make me feel like I might faint.
Hey girl, are you a complicated European boardgame?
Because I’m so charmed by the puzzle of you, it can make me unbearable to talk to.
Hey girl, are you an incomplete set of Alison Bechdel’s Dykes to Watch Out For?
Because I want you whole, and open, and ideally in my apartment.
Hey girl, are you a scuba suit?
Because when you get wet, you allow me to experience forms of life that would otherwise feel distant and hypothetical.
Hey girl, are you climate change?
Because sometimes I just think about you and cry.
Hey girl, are you the aching curl of wind on a naked chest at midnight?
Because the world is a shivering animal, and none of us are warm.
Hey girl, are you defeat?
Because the thought of succumbing to you used to terrify me, but now it increasingly feels like home.
Hey girl, are you me?
Because when I look in the mirror, sometimes I see you – just for a moment.
ada connor 