I probably should have waited until I’d fallen in love<\/p>\n
or was old enough to vote<\/p>\n
instead<\/p>\n
as soon as I met myself fully for the first time<\/p>\n
stepped out of my closet approved sanctuary<\/p>\n
declared myself ready for my happily ever after<\/p>\n
I was asked, not asked, told, to leave this house,<\/p>\n
abomination.<\/p>\n
They did give me $100 to get started<\/p>\n
on my way<\/p>\n
as long as my way was away.<\/p>\n
I sewed a bright pink triangle to my backpack<\/p>\n
to make sure we all knew<\/p>\n
what exactly was happening here.<\/p>\n
Transcripts would not be following me,<\/p>\n
and my happily ever after became my happily never after.<\/p>\n
Shelters don’t take minors.<\/p>\n
Minors are fresh meat on the streets.<\/p>\n
So I headed to the mountains, of Colorado.<\/p>\n
I don’t think of myself as homeless, but houseless.<\/p>\n
My home is in my tent, with my sketch pad, and a dog that adopted me along the way.<\/p>\n
I named her Milk.\u00a0For Harvey Milk.<\/p>\n
Our hometown is here, and our time is now.<\/p>\n
We once camped in a lady’s backyard for four months.\u00a0\u00a0We chopped wood for her and piled it on the back porch.<\/p>\n
She offered us a\u00a0space in the house, in a room with a crucifix, but we’d rather live houseless than in a room with a tomb.<\/p>\n
When she died her son gave me her hatchet, and I keep it in the tent to sleep with at night.\u00a0\u00a0 Me and Milk and our hatchet are home now.<\/p>\n
Happily severed after.<\/p>\n
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