Glitter in My Wounds

first and most important

dream our missing friends forward

burn their reflections into empty chairs

we are less bound by time than the clockmaker fears

this morning all I want is to follow where the stone angels point

birdsong lashing me to tears

heterosexuals need to see our suffering

the violent deaths of our friends and lovers

to know glitter on a queer is not to dazzle but to

unsettle the foundation of this murderous culture

defiant weeds smashing up through cement

you think Oscar Wilde was funny

well Darling I think he was busy

distracting straight people

so they would not kill him

if you knew how many times I

have been told you’re not like my

gay best friend who tells me

jokes and makes me laugh

no I sure as fuck am not

I have no room in my life to

audition for your pansy mascot

you people can’t kill me and

think you can kill me again

I met a tree in Amsterdam and

stood barefoot beside it for twenty

minutes then left completely restored

yet another poem not written by a poet

sometimes we need one muscle to

relax so the others follow

my friend Mandy calls after a

long shift at the strip club to say

while standing in line for death I am

fanning my hot pussy with your new book

will you sign it next week my fearless faggot sister

Source: Poetry (November 2018)