the only words I have to talk about my body
are sold to me
by the histories
that have called me
antibody / nonlife / ungrievable loss
and other words for the kind of other that is always reaching
is spoken of
through the grief that liberal men use to access it
i am not a good gay
i am not a good –
look, I can do the killing too !
I lick clits better than your boyfriend !
how hot i look building my own jail !
** local lesbian fucks herself XXX
** her cunt is wide enough to birth your new nation
a queer is attacked in San Francisco, CA
twenty good queers stand and watch and roleplay the knife
my country asks me to get married
be a good dyke
my country asks me to have pillow talk
in the stomach of a tank
isnt this what you always wanted?
just like you?
isnt your movement a plea for lessons
on how to be just as good of a butcher
as the rest of us?