Queer Loss | The Subway by Chappell Roan
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Queer Loss | The Subway by Chappell Roan
I hoped for a hate crime
I hoped you died in a hate crime
During an election year, in a town that once was
A sundown town....
I had hoped it was a hate crime.
I had hoped to catch tea with you.
I had hoped that you always found the adventure you were looking for.
I had hoped you died at the hands of a drunk driver.
Some douchey good ol' boy, hitting your car and running you off the road.
I had even considered you being a drunk driver....
But nothing could have prepared me for that word:
Suicide.
I don't know exactly how.
I don't envy your roommate finding you,
Pulse less.
You who would suck the marrow out of life
Every single day?!?
You who would seize every moment with life,
With love,
With chaos,
With mischief,
With warmth.
I had hoped we would reconnect,
And now these hopes die with you.
Buried next to you like your dog and other lover...
May you find the adventures you seek
in the next realm.
Until we meet again, honey....
I'm struggling to know what to do with all this loss.
-J. today in queer histories seminar.