It was the anniversary of Moby Dick‘s publication. 15 November 1851. The song was released on 15 November ’18. This has to mean something, but I don’t care what. There’s a clarity that transcends absolutes, and defining something too
Trigger warning: this one is dark
Content warning: bad poetry
Fifteen years ago, I wrote a poem. This was fifteen years before I had a name for how I was different. But, I always knew.