I’ a poet, and something hit me by some unknown force. I am a straight female, but in my kitchen I wrote this poem this poem with no title. It’s from the love of a gay, and his quiet sorrow of having equality beating down.

I think I got it lfor the hour it took to write and work with the poem. The feeling was fleeting, of purse, but without the sorrow it was beautiful. I want to send that poem to you, and if you like it, I want it to be a sort of apology that NC has so many assholes,

I hope that it will make you feel that not all of the people in NC can’t understand that kind of pain of loss. For an hour, I had it.

So, if you have moment, and would like, I can give you this poem.

Thank you