Dionysus,
God of in-betweens and outsiders,
and,
Perhaps,
my heart
I find you in bottles of
vodka and heavy eyeliner
and musical theatre songs
That I sing at the top of my
lungs.
Dionysus,
Beautiful and wild
And wonderful
I’ve seen you on
The steps of the quad and
in my theatre and in
The pronoun pin I wear over my heart
You are calling my name
(You are calling Dionysus)
And I am singing your praises
(I’m praising myself.)
Your divine spirit inspires and enthralls me and I am lost, lost, lost and I am found in you.
Dithyramb (2025.05.04)










