I'm Here and I'm Queer (Poetry Collection)

Gas Station Lesbians

The gas station smells like stale cigarettes and beer

You buy me a bottle of Pepsi and I don’t hold your hand

Your friend leads us to the bathroom

Under the claim that us girls have to stick together

You sicker beneath your hand and my heart begins to

Beat in time with muffled laughter

While your friend pulls out a seat cover

You perch on a crumbling sink

I tell you that it won’t support your weight

You laugh and call me anxious but I’m only worried

That I’ll lose the best part of me in a gas station bathroom

While your friend washes her hands I step between your legs

And I can feel a bead of sweat dance down my back

And I wonder if you can feel it too

If you can feel how my body seems to move rhythmically

When you make that face you reserve for me

While your friend pulls out her phone

We both lean forward just a second off succinct

Your lips taste like gas stations and

The cherry lip gloss we both know you stole from me

While your friend starts to video us on Snapchat

I slowly melt into your body one vertebra at a time

Your hips become my hands, my hips your arms

While your friend dries her hands, phone back in pocket

You say I love you muffled against my cheek

I don’t ever want to go home again

Alliteration Against my Art

I sit, silently and sanctimonious seeping in your scintillating curves

Neurotically noticing nearby trash due to nauseating nerves

I wonder wistfully if woefully willfully ignorant me

Could ever conceive that this courageous act of choosing could ever be capricious not condemning

You lean in lustfully and I listen lasciviously to your labored breath

Diligently I declasp your bra, not describing how this feels like dutiful damnation

You place perfect palms against my skin, I pessimistically plea for it not to feel pleasant, it persists

My body begins to blaze and where you bless my skin with touch I feel a brief buzz

Vodka Hips and Swinging Lips (Ghazal)

There’s nothing quite like vodka burning the back of a throat not used to this, and a beautiful girl

swinging her hips against yours in such a way you forget you’re not supposed to lust after a girl.

Watch us move like we don’t have anything to be afraid of, flailing limbs that don’t care if they brush together.

they do not belong to something bigger, we do not fear their sharp teeth hidden under fur too beautiful. Girl

And maybe I’ll lean in, like the world is going to end and you’re my rock in this

Storm. Baby metaphors fall to your knees and pray, and all I can say is wow girl.

But I’ll say it under my breath because I am so afraid always so afraid. You smell kinda like mint

gum and boys I blame the freaking out on not being attracted to mint, of course I wish you weren’t a girl.

You whisper in my ear all underage tequila shots, and hot breath. I would do anything you asked if you said it like

that. I feel an urge to kiss you, instead I busy my lips with smiling oh Goddess forsaken I wish you were my girl.

You put your hands on my hips and the stars explode. You lean in and I close my eyes irrationally expecting

you to punch me. Instead your lips meet mine and the music turns up and down at the same time. You just taste like a girl.

Lesbianism

Your eyes make the sky sad

My gay is not a fad

Yet too pretty to be real

Your smile cures bigotry

And your curves set me free

I will not hide how I feel

Because you are too dumb

Lesbians can still come

To any family meal