A question that seems too obvious to be asked — “Didn’t you notice I stopped saying I love you?” I wonder if this is a rhetorical question or if it’s just something to be said to hurt me even more. The person across from me was the same person I’d longed for and wanted, and I thought it was the…

How to say the words that I knew I needed to say out loud — I knew I was getting divorced; I didn’t have the words to say it yet. I told my husband I would go to Rome to celebrate my twenty-ninth birthday. This led to a battle royale fight in the kitchen, as it always did if I chose to speak to him…

Just some queer poetry for your Friday — They asked us if we were friends, and I corrected them this is my date, they say you look so good; where are you going I reply with her slide a little closer to her shoulders wonder if I should sunbeam down to her collarbones, but we’re in a Texas city too small to know the words of…

So, he tells me you’re a Switch and into BDSM, right? — I’m at an in-person story telling event. I survey the partially filled-in crowd and assess who to inconvenience with my presence next to them. It’s a thinner crowd in the back, and I want a seat on the outside, preferably for an easy exit. …

A Poem —

I see you reading and not reacting, and it’s me too — The internet became my sex education as a pre-teen. Being raised in a private Christian school, we weren’t allowed to talk about sex, evolution, or science, for that matter. I don’t think we even had a science curriculum, which was what Bible class was every morning. When I found the…

A Poem — A future without anything new hand-me-down skin figure accidents happen because to try means accomplishing something beside caution thrumming a possible harmony in the necessary wild of terror, apricots and accidents of loving me. Thrum cautions whims thought of nothing until now how a world can be waiting in your throat and all you…

No, darling, I don’t want to be in your threesome ever — Too gay to be straight, too straight to be gay, so we’re erased in all aspects, needing to be either one thing or the other, when sexuality is a spectrum that can’t be defined so easily in extreme terms. When I mentioned my past partners were men, I have had…

I’m not going to steal him from you despite what you think, I swear — I walk into the bathroom to have every other woman having the same thought as me with a burlesque intermission. The speakeasy music plays in the background and fades as the door opens. I enter to see the legs of women squatting through the small slats from behind the stall…