The close of the year offers a trip to the east coast, which equals musicals, Pickle visit, more off the already topped (mega thanks to every writer who released literary magic into 2022!) charts reading, and poetry. Speaking of poems, always poems, here’s a wild sexy soft queer one from Rocket Fantastic by Gabrielle Calvocoressi.
She Ties My Bow Tie
What you thought was the sound of the deer drinking
at the base of the ravine was not their soft tongues
entering the water but my Love tying my bow tie.
We were in our little house just up from the ravine.
Forgive yourself. It’s easy to mistake her wrists
for the necks of deer. Her fingers move so deftly.
One could call them skittish, though not really because
they aren’t afriad of you. I know. You thought it was the deer
but they’re so far down you couldn’t possible hear them.
No, this is the breeze my Love makes when she ties me up
and sends me out into the world. Her breath
pulled taut and held until she’s through. I watch her
in the mirror, not even looking at me. She’s so focused
on the knot and how to loop the silk into a bow.