“In the good light, and the lightning strike,
come beside me

till I find your first silver hair in our tub
Till I find your last silver hain in our tub.”

Good Light

Lord of the Butterflies by Andrea Gibson is such a beautiful collection of poems about (queer) life in America. I could’ve selected so many impactful, heartbreaking, or significant quotes from the book, yet the lines above stuck with me the most. It’s such a lovely way to summarize growing old with your love. Good Light is also a good example of Andrea Gibson’s poetry, as it is sweet and lovely, yet the poem is about so much more. And like so much of their writing, it works on the page, but even better on stage:

The collection was published almost 5 years ago, and it still feels so timely and current. “Orlando” is a heartbreaking poem on US violence and the shooting in the LGBT nightclub in 2016. And I’ll think of “America, Reloading” every time I hear about a mass shooting in the US – again and again and again and again.

One of the poems in the collection is one of the best compact definitions of depression I’ve read:

DEPRESSION [VERB]

1. to put on
your best outfit
and feel
like you’re dressing
a wound.

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