Wine, and dine, and euchre
It’s all very Norwegian
Whitefish and fried chicken
And my parents’ wedding china
And my grandma’s wine glasses
We make morbid jokes
Then play cards
In many card games, you call the powerful suit
The T-word
I don’t like to say it
It feels like a deadname
Wrong, inaccurate, gut-twisting to me
I never want it to mean power again
Words matter, names matter
So I call the suit Miraculous instead
It reminds me of Ladybug
And makes me smile
Change is easy, when it warms you
I lose a game, I win a game
I take home the rest of the wine
That might not be Norwegian
It might just be me
With Love,
Natalie