truth his father died to tell him:
that he was loved most for the very color
he’d been made to hide—
and that it was never, ever too late
to go make the bright thing at last
MY BROTHER WORE A BRIGHT RED SUIT TO DAD’S FUNERAL AND I WAS FURIOUS
truth his father died to tell him:
that he was loved most for the very color
he’d been made to hide—
and that it was never, ever too late
to go make the bright thing at last
