Weaving Family

I am weaving my own family
They said to use blood
But I am done with wounds
I want your free spirits and your love
In the recipe
To share memories
And my heart, laughs, home keys
To know our unshed tears
To be entitled to our inconditional support
And bitching in no small degree
Thanksgivings and Christmases to be of thee
The first numbers in my phone
My unborn children’s real family
I love you improbable companions
Scattered community
Of misfits and beautiful aliens
And me
We are gathered at last
The way I always dreamed it would be
I am there for you
We are there for we.