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
with my body
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
- Kathy Acker (via antonellapiroli)
"Find me a man who’s interesting enough to have dinner with and I’ll be happy"
- Lauren Bacall
"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