Ruby in the Rough

It was a disaster the moment I saw you
cap cocked, jeans in boots

Grinding our teeth at a bar on Metro,
you explained the 964 ways
you care about women 
I dreamt of covering your mouth
with my hand
Your body
with my body
while
your fingers snaked up my thigh

Sneak peek of what you’ll hear from me tonight at Thrust

When walking with Jess
or Chantal or Wilkes
or Lauren or Maud or Cat
or Kayla or Theresa
or Ruby or Allison they
intone walking with you
six foot two
feels safer, they get less
shit and spit and suck
from men, and while you think
godamn, my faggot ass
makes men hesitant?

I am forever immortalised
in Tommy Pico’s epic poem IRL


And I always thought: the very simplest words
Must be enough. When I say what things are like
Everyone’s heart must be torn to shreds.
That you’ll go down if you don’t stand up for yourself
Surely you see that.


Bertolt Brecht - And I Always Thought

"I’m in love with red. I dream in red. My nightmares are based in red. Red’s the color of passion, of joy. Red’s the color of all the journeys which are interior, the color of hidden flesh, of the depths and recess of the inconscious. Above all, red is the the color of rage and violence. Red was the color of wildness and of what is as yet unknown."

- Kathy Acker (via antonellapiroli)

"Find me a man who’s interesting enough to have dinner with and I’ll be happy"

- Lauren Bacall

"So many fires start in my head."

- Brenda Shaughnessy, from “Big Game” (via proustitute)

"They want a “break” from hearing about race politics from Black poets. I’m not really in the business of giving breaks. I never get breaks."

Morgan Parker in Apogee Journal

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