Jan 17
3 min read
1730 — an LGBTQ+ poem
these flowers were too exotic for your taste
“To extinguish this infernal heat that has infected this land.”*
These strange inflexions, this foulest of diseases, this most evasive species,
Accused of this most heinous crime, this most detestable of sins that had inflicted so many.
They flamed your rage,
Against the odds, they blossomed and bore fruits in the harsh water-logged soil.
In these…
