this is a poem i wrote to include in my final chapbook from a college poetry class. it's called 'gold stars' and it's about lesbian stereotypes.
who we are:
the stone butches
no glitter or sparkles
& we listen to ani difranco
& drive subarus. fuck the razor,
but hold onto it for my pixie cut &
we don't know queerness until we try
it out but it seems you don't either. butch
or femme? pick! where are my doc martens?
they'll look twice when we have cats and tofu
but they all know we are too busy sleeping around,
man hating and living sinfully. we are dykes on bikes,
drugged up on the l word and melissa etheridge and gaga.
bare faced women walking dude-like in plaid and cargo shorts
and key rings. but we must have been abused-- oh, no? well then
it's penis envy. i will call you when i'm done with my softball game
but if i have an appointment converting a straight girl, then it will have to
wait until i graduate from smith...we're moving in on the second date, right?
