Explore Poems: LGBTQ+

now married, i’m in you different, in love
deeper, legally, under god and in front of my mama,

i know …

stuck between two Texans
who can’t believe I don’t know
how blockchain works.
I am always around men
who…

Their appeal all
feeling what the mouth
alone manages among
tongue teeth & lung Breath moist & slow
measured…

I dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers

hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of…

          Can I still call you
                    Emily? Not long after
we last saw each other, I too changed

          my name. Dropped …

Going to the Russian bathhouse on Innes
to lie naked on a shelf in the steam
while the hatted man
swanning…

Mixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger…

When Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one…

When Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end
          of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the …

A house with a pool missing tiles.
Another house, foundation cracked,
the whole left half off-kilter,
like…

Got to gala   glaze lavender my pansy        hoist my symphony

little gal Fauntleroy     in ultra dire

cootie yuntra…

I loved a preacher’s son.

Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.

A deep wooden…

Tiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore…

Loved you since I was little, on the playground break-time
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs…

I: My beloved is called an inconceivable beast, a spectacle diagnosed with teratoid genitalia, a chaos…

This love dares not speak its name
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale…

Clouds in his throat,
six months' worth.
He bodies into me
half cosmos, half coyote.
We become night
on Bread…

My father said to me once            your only choices are            the factories. Oil stains or
the selfsame bruises.            No longings for the night.            Looking back I think of
things I could have done            differently ... Sure,            it could have all been different,
but what’s the use now, when             all...

Oh, don’t worry, we will let           our hair down tonight—
but first we must remember           on this stage, the queen
we lost, who they killed           not too far from here
just...