Glitter in My Wounds

first and most important dream our missing friends forward burn their reflections into empty chairs we are less bound by time than the clockmaker fears this morning all I want is to follow where the stone angels point birdsong lashing me to tears heterosexuals need to see our suffering the violent deaths of our friends and lovers to know glitter on a queer is not to dazzle but to unsettle the foundation of this murderous culture defiant weeds smashing up through cement you think Oscar Wilde was funny well Darling I think he was busy distracting straight people so they would not kill him if you knew how many times I have been told you’re not like my gay best friend who tells me jokes and makes me laugh no I sure as fuck am not I have no room in my life to audition for your pansy mascot you people can’t kill me and think you can kill me again I met a tree in Amsterdam and stood barefoot beside it for twenty minutes then left completely restored yet another poem not written by a poet sometimes we need one muscle to relax so the others follow my friend Mandy calls after a long shift at the strip club to say while standing in line for death I am fanning my hot pussy with your new book will you sign it next week my fearless faggot sister