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A Love Letter to My Best Friend

Ey, Sé que no te tengo que decir, Pero I'll tell you anyway. I love you. Ayer. Hoy. Siempre. Our connection isn't friendship or sisterhood. It's something more that people say they can't place it. Anything beyond platonic standards MUST be romantic for them, Because they lack the vocabulary in their colonized dictionaries. Like it has to be dressed in bows and ribbons to be understood with their ridgid definitions. Like my love for you can't be as essential, or more important than any love for or from a romantic partner. That being queer or actively poly automatically muddles what we HAVE to be. This society tries to colonize our love, as if it has to fit in one of their boxes to be valid. You are my person, always and forever. Above any them. Above any her. Above any him. Ayer. Hoy. Siempre. Con todo mi amor, ✊🏽Sueitko Zamorano-Chavez

Draft Folder

Draft Folder, listed in the dozens. Clicking through, arrow hovering over SEND Reading each before mail off. To my first manager In that close minded small town Fck you for all the times you said YoU’d LoOK CuTEr in A dREss At every monthly meeting Feeling comfy in baggy jeans. To the corporate sales manager At my first “real” job Fck you for blaming fluctuation in sales on TOo MuCH MaKE-Up, YeT NOt EnoUGH At every promotional performance review. Sitting in a scratchy suit I couldn't afford. To the resource director Over that work-study program Fck you for the encouragement to WeAR YOur HaIR LiKE ThAT MoRE OftEN Curls slicked back in a bun Hiding the indigeneity weaved into my braids. To the research coordinator At that educational institution Fck you for the feedback to WoRK On thAT AcCenT For easier transcribing in a whyte room, Erasing the sounds of my cultura. To the master teacher From that overpriced Preschool Fck you for the low score on the InAppRopRiate ThAnKsGiVIng LeSS

Volume XX Chapter 2: Fear

Fear Losing all of me Who am I without you? Him Her Them, Us We Each isolated Insignificant power Piled high together. Building a tower Of frightmares. Fear seeping through, Growing through my body. As the doctors dance around each word Your..Cancer...Is..Back Strung together In pity My spirit falls to shambles. Fear seeping through, Creeping through my home Sobbed words spilling Onto the floor My ‘ama broken strength. Her mom now with her own. Knowing I could never comfort her like ‘Ita could. Fear seeping through my, Glitching through my phone. Them begging me to fight. With Panic, I turn to flight My nerves Deleted with every text I always meant to send. Fear seeping through my body. Words tumbling into the next, Pushing me down As the chilling waters crash over me. Waves of frozen fear In the middle of December. Sueitko Zamorano Chavez

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