“I watched my bride / make eyes / with the real boys / & knew I could kill for her.”Tagged: LGBTQ+ Poetry
“The kind of love / I learned from movies / & what light swamped the air / as I shoved my bald pelvis into hers / blood ripening into wolf brine / burning a girl-shaped hole in the clover? / Every afternoon I became a god reinventing sky.”Tagged: LGBTQ+ Poetry