When she smiles
I try to catch
her teeth
with my eyes
closed.
What animates
my skin
so flushed?
What crumbles
my bones
into weakness?
Where does desire
find home if
that same desire
is a run away?
There are men
like shadows
passing through
our chests
pressing spears
against our skulls
carving DYKE
into our skins.
Heather Warren is a poet and musician from Fairbanks, Alaska where she is currently working on her MFA in poetry at the University of Alaska Fairbanks. Her work can be found in various LGBTQ journals, including “Iris Brown” and “Polari.”
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