How do I experience it without it becoming my biography?
When do I get to explore without a definition, expectation?
I want to keep my name even if another label comes along with it.
I want to want you where everyone is watching and still have it be us. Still be in this peony ether without letting voyeurs make us more understandable to them.
The labels aren’t always wrong;
They’re just missing something.
They’re missing the context, idiom, timbre, color—
Colors that haven’t paired together even if they’re found in the same flag.
I want all the missing pieces to meet like we did—
Because it felt right, and it couldn’t be forced.
Marisa McGrath 