#QueerPoetry

Instead of Depression by Andrea Gibson

try calling it hibernation. Imagine the darkness is a cave in which you will be nurtured by doing absolutely nothing. Hibernating animals don't even dream. It's okay if you can't imagine spring. Sleep through the alarm of the world. Name your hopelessness a quiet hollow, a place you go to heal, a den you dug, Sweetheart, instead of a grave.

— You Better Be Lightning by Andrea Gibson (Page 32)

The Exchange by May Swenson

Now my body flat, the ground breathes, I'll be the grass.

Populous and mixed is mind. Earth take thought, my mouth be moss.

Field go walking, I a disk will look down with seeming eye,

I will be time and study to be evening. You world, be clock.

I will stand, a tree here, never to know another spot.

Wind be motion, birds be passion, water invite me to your bed.

— Queer Nature by Michael Walsh (Page 283)