Loving Outside the Lines
queering straight past internal judgement day
Been running headfirst into mirrors lately
queering straight past
foggy frames of glass I
used to rely on
to help focus
at night.
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Must've got comfortably complacent
fumbling through the dark
seeing great distances clearly
was not
a priority
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Sometimes the future's just too bright.
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I know I can't force poetry but fuck
sometimes I just want to!
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Why can't I access my
inner 3 year old and stomp
around these pages
tossing tantrums out through
the black hole at
the tip of this pen?
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Imagining fingers as black holes now
swallowing entire galaxies
universes of memories
a lifetime of names/dates/times/emotions
oceans of clarity and destructions
obliterated with a single touch.
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I KNOW I can't force poetry
but FUCK sometimes I just can't help it!
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It creeps up on me like the
handsome stranger
making eyes at me across the bar or
the moon so full and bright and beautiful when
all I can remember
is the dark empty space that new moon carves.
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I trace this space with black-whole fingers
playing with solar power
creating intricate stars
systems in pools of
local brew and burger grease
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And then
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Our eyes meet.
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Poetic?
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Indeed.
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Getting somewhere now ya see
Can't force it no
Won't force it
Gonna let it be.
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We walk down streets in search of
green pastures
places offering a breath of fresh
air to sing to
our heart's content
without the
overpowering heat of the
boiler room down the street
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I
casually reminisce of nights
(okay, 1 night)
spent watching erotica with my roomie.
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"Oh," you respond.
"This might be an interesting night."
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I nod
as you
adjust your gait pick up the speed
keep up pace
walk in stride with me.
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And so begins the dance
of the past
2 months
2 weeks
and 1 day.
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I wrote this piece in 2012 just a couple of months after my incredibly queer femme self had unexpectedly met, and started dating, a charming cis man. He and I remain friends to this day, and he's given me consent to share these words about our first night together.
The above poetic spew speaks to the excitement, confusion, doubt, and wonder that came along with the reality of being in a straight passing relationship once again.
I had come out "publicly" 7 years prior and had been in relationships with women and genderqueer folks up until this meeting. Once I recognized these familiar feelings of attraction that night, I felt myself simultaneously spiraling into a world of "Oh shit, this is HOT" and "But will the world still KNOW I'm fucking queer?" Both.
Yes, 27 year old Dirt. Yes, you, the sole staff member of a rural queer youth organization. Yes, you, the femme who continued to go to queer dance nights on the regular. Yes, babe. You're still fucking queer. Then. Now. All ways. It doesn't matter what the rest of the world thinks. Really. You do you. Keep on loving outside the lines.
About the Creator
Sur Ren Dirt (she/they)
Write now I'm plaaaying with words.
And also, I need a little support: https://www.caringbridge.org/visit/rendirt
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