here’s to the crick in your neck,
here’s to the knot in your stomach
you don’t remember tying,
here’s to the flutter in your veins
as butterflies rage against the boundaries
you accept,
here’s to the dysphoria of looking
at your mind from outside your body,
here’s to the moment you admitted
your family is messed up too,
here’s to the hand you held out
when no one was holding it,
here’s to the screams you didn’t scream,
here’s to the screams you did scream.