Commonly Held Beliefs About Lesbians and Other Commonly Held Beliefs
Sure, she wears men’s trousers, but that’s not all she does
You make me want to say that while doing dangerous performance art Decrying the existence of men You make me want to wear carabiners and get a social work license You make me want to look at my large wristwatch and say “It’s almost time for Karen’s feminist book club.” You make me want to go to the farmer’s market every Sunday And post photos of our root vegetables to various social media You make me want to wear plaid flannels And drink beers while considering concepts like radical collectivism But you also make me want to move the fuck on And stop worrying about queerdom altogether Because it is pointless And bad for everyone involved for me to study lesbianism in this way When I can just get up and have sex with my girlfriend: It’s true; being with you is validation enough.
You make me live in another dimension
Where three-dimensional queerness Becomes four-dimensional happiness For everyone Where there is a quilt for us Sewn out of complex philosophies like eternal love, The meaning of life….and mohair Where we can kiss in public And it doesn’t mean a thing Where there are pocket universes Filled with more life than we ever could have imagined: Trees so tall they fill the skies, Sex like floating on air, A million versions of me all existing at once.
You make me live in another dimension Where this dimension is finally good enough.
To be able to tell you how I feel
I must understand everything that is in me I must break down what my bread is made of And eat each ingredient separately First the flour Then the salt Then the yeast…
I must drink a swimming pool of my own tears Just to prove that I am self-sufficient And highly resourceful
I must examine each of my organs And organize them into a Dewey Decimal System, With my heart as 200 – Religion My intestines as 900 – History & Geography My tongue as 700 – Arts & Recreation
I must take away all of my senses And transfer them to different planes of existence So I can live as a body in a vacuum for a while
I must follow a point of light into the ocean All the way to its end And hope it’s you there in the velvet folds of seaweed You, with your shining amulet Your sea foam bag filled with our past emotional baggage Your ghost-like call calling me back to myself
I must light my skin on fire and rise out of the ash…. Into your arms
I must stare at the sun and go temporarily blind. Eventually, I will see your face appearing Behind the darkness and the light spots. It is amazing. Every time that happens I can see again.
EDITOR’S NOTE: This poem was selected from entries submitted to our Creative Challenge Series #37: First Sentences, which required that the first sentence in the text must be used as given. Read other Creative Challenge winners. To find out how to participate, go to Creative Challenges.