Tonight's Poet Corner: A Long Overdue Letter
A Long Overdue Letter by Belinda Roddie Dear twenty year old me: I must inform you that your lack of self love is alarming, and oh so pruned, groomed, and primped in your scribbled dramas. I think I burst a blood vessel reading the third act of that one play in which you acted like your sexuality was God's eleventh fucking plague. Tell me, was it all the wafers you consumed in front of Christ's altars, and they stayed glued to your tongue and weighed you down, chiding you for your so-called sin? Or was it the media you devoured, too, the kind that paints all lesbian lovers' life in the pall of a greedy Grim Reaper? I have to wonder if that night, when you nearly prayed in public, sitting on the curb near your OC apartment bawling your eyes, you started actually learning that who you were attracted to wasn't something to be forgiven, but something that made you more lustrious? Would you say to your future wife (and she is one hell of a looker, I can tell you that) that