Hydrate or Die-drate: Replenishing Your Soul with Sapphic Serotonin, A Poem By Dani Redmond
Hydrate or die-drate.
Personally, I pick
Dehydrate.
Dehydrate because I don't want to go downstairs
So I swallow my spit
and don't pitch a fit
As my parents' fight is drowned out by MCR
Dehydrate.
Dehydrate because the taste of my salty tears keep me company
And in the corner of my closet Hayley
Waits patiently
While I cough up the courage
to believe in me.
Dehydrate.
Dehydrate because I'm drowning in my thoughts
As feral feelings are buried underneath bedrock
Waiting for that patriarchal pin to drop.
Die?
...
Hydrate
Hydrate because Marsha already made a heavenly kingdom.
Sure, this place has its problems.
It's infiltrated by terfs
The ground grumbles from local tracking
and caves are cracked by cracker income
But here the land is run by the serfs
The water is crystal clear
Free from Methodist mercury
The water is ice cold
Free from inorganic indifference
Free
Here
I hydrate in peace;