queer – Reaching Joy

Lucky Charms

I think I want to write about you, now and how you weren’t just another girl off the street, like so many people I meet.I want candor, I want graceI want someone who walks and dances with some paceand on our mutual friend’s birthday, you did just that. You walked in: black, flared pants withContinue reading “Lucky Charms”

Perspective

Some humans think in music — others, think in words, silence in the middle. Rhythm, beat, rat-a-tat-tat That some humans can have a melody swim into their consciousness, one of their own design, not a carbon copy from their Spotify Weekly, is a miracle. Poets, we, too, are miracles and, if you didn’t already knowContinue reading “Perspective”

Here, Again

(love) held me on this bench at a different time — a year or two past, September from last spring. I pop up from the ground fall planting miracles around me . What an era. What a time to be wearing a mask with a knowledgable woman who knows the names of books, and shapes,Continue reading “Here, Again”

Too Much

So – do you think this neighborhood is too gay for you, maybe too poor for you and oh, that means too dangerous for you? Are you just so uncomfortable when you see people who are not like you because you’re not gay – gosh, no; and you’re not poor, not gonna steal some stuff off someContinue reading “Too Much”

Stories

Waves of story – that is an emotional life… trauma informed you have to mentally be still, learn to see the busyness in your body, in your mind, practice often, even though it isn’t fair you were born into a god damned patriarchal, capitalistic, racist, classist, sexist, homophobic society that favors my white Latina skin,Continue reading “Stories”