Evalyn. Age: 31.
One day I will love a girl who feeds me honey Who rolls her sleeves up past her elbows and can lift the stones up off my back for a while Who runs her fingers down my back as the cartilage clicks into place. One day I will be forest Will be dark and dense and damp Like moss that grows in the corner of your mouth when you talk too much. One day I will be ivy choking tree Healthy and green I lay in fields because it makes me feel like I have disappeared.
Kassidy. Age: 20.
Queer Love Poems
We gathered in a field southwest of town, several hundred hauling coolers and folding chairs along a gravel road dry in August, two ruts of soft dust that soaked into our clothes and rose in plumes behind us. By noon we could discern their massive coils emerging I like the lady horses best, how they make it all look easy, like running 40 miles per hour is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
Nataly. Age: 27.
Was Shakespeare Gay?
The epigraph of this poem was originally omitted in the changeover to the new website. Because of this, reciting the epigraph is optional for the Poetry Out Loud season. Reprinted by permission of University of Pittsburgh Press. No matter the pull toward brink.
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