When we come to understand ourselves as queer, we look back on our childhoods and try to understand our journeys into the people we are now. This poem is a message I wish I could send to myself at this moment in my queer childhood.
When I was very young (and scared)
And my friends were more than I could bear
I would play hide and seek with no one.
My hideaway was the closet, and I sought my comfort there.
It was close with coats and dim with dust
Except for the little plastic stars
Glowing green in that tiny dark
Taped to the walls and ceiling.
I hung up my fears, and in there, night
Was vast in my imagination
And from the little plastic stars
I dreamed my constellations.