Sonnet to my kid-self from my 30-something self
Nourish your nerdy queerness. Quit lurking, you're gorgeous. Avoid burning your hair, you don't need to straighten, nor go conforming, nor try it all claiming some chameleon creator daring new normal way to walk. Always strut — your own waltz, the way you'll know you make worlds they'll call them fruity legs no matter what urges inside scale like raging climate to undertake to be honest to be real to be or not to beacon say it louder, SPEAK UP. Not only for you but also to criss-cross the circles of protection admit to the curious spell of quixotic youth know/grow your namesake's seed, Powers— garden with its many meanings like Possibilities.
— Adam Powers