This what we get killed for
by eatonhamilton
My heart chokes for all the victims, survivors and loved ones of the Orlando executions. We hold you in our queer hearts. Always. All ways.
Excerpt from my 1998 poetry chapbook, Going Santa Fe, which won the League of Canadian Poets Poetry Chapbook Award judged by bill bissett.
62)
Tell me something about lesbians
We are famous for potlucks
Tell me something real
I am trying to tell you
she and I are the same thing
I am trying
to tell you I am a woman
she is a woman
the same thing
as you, just
two people uniting
netting love from the
marine heavens
We comfort each other
when the sky churns like a cauldron
grey foam
Wouldn’t you wish this pleasure
on anyone?
63)
The truth is I grew the
tub of nodding sunflowers
And the bowl of chicken
on the harvest table? I cooked
And the quilt you lie on? I sewed it
And the book in your hands? I wrote it
And the baby’s cheek? I kissed it
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