Ode to the Emotionally Unavailable She kisses me like we aren’tin the men’s bathroomat a drag show. Her touch is so lightI wonder if she knowswhat she is doing. She breathes into melike she was never gone. King Princess and Hayley Kiyoko serenade us.The beginning of each songis the crashing of a wave,and we are…
Tag: Poetry
how I find it
By Nest Valorfixer our bodies whisperhonest need.I have too muchlove to carry.I was told I’d be ignoredfor my shamelessfat body.my belly only knows truth.my thighs are blatant. and Love knocks on my doorevery day.I swing the door openand see shebrought a wild ideafluttering with vibrancy.I’m listening to the new songshe left on my doorstep.I’m learning…
—being bi?
By Carol E. Moses there you aremy peoplebut you don’t see meso awkwardsome longingsome sparkssome isolationmissing youeven thoyou’re here
—being out?
By Carol E. Moses who am Ito you? why do I have to tell youanything about myself? I am here to work.it is none of your business. I certainly don’t want to hearwho/why/how of your attractions (spare me!)well, yes, there are those with whom I have affinityhere, at work. but it’s not for publicconsumption. my…
Strange Women
By Catherine Darwen They’re not perfect,They mess up sometimeswhen giving advice andthen back-pedaling ensues. They’re not perfect,They put their foot in itAnd then apologise profuselyFor experiencing curiosity. They’re not perfect,And don’t always agreeWith some snarky remarkYou’ve made about someone. They’re not perfect,They have their own livesAnd own interests thatExtend beyond your bubble. They’re not perfect,They’re…
Three by Jane Barnes…
You Look Like a Girl She looked down at my ID, and said,“You sound, look, and act like a girland this ID shows a man, therefore I’mnot giving you a laptop.” It looks just like me. I identify withmy ID. I wasn’t there dressed up.I didn’t have on a dress. I wasn’tDressed in character. Yes…
Am I Bi (Sexual) Enough for(What?)
By Francesca Bongiorno Fortunato Am I bi sexual enough to strut my stuff with the Queer Choir? Or even (SIGH) aspire higher? Would you dismiss me if I kiss this Miss but not that Mister? Shall I qualify as Thy bi sister? When I was married to a man they ran me out of the…
Outside This Body
By Sierra Baker Outside this body Cut from here to here Listening from ear to ear Not me, not in me, not this body. He said “Cancer . . .” Cancer, did I hear right? Correct me, (PLEASE!). Cancer? I questioned my being I could see it playing in my head. Lay on the table…