WHY DON'T I

ever write about being queer? I lead a pretty queer life. I talk about queerness ever day. But why have so few of my queer experiences, opinions, and concerns made it into my poetry? In After the Witch Hunt there are arguably just three queer poems. And one is fiction. Why, when I write about queerness, is it so often masked in fiction? Does it have something to do with femme invisibility in the queer world? Is it my privilege of stealth worming its way into my art? Is it simply because I’ve had more heterosexual experiences than queer ones? I am not sure what the answer is, but I am going to remedy it.

Happy First Day of National Poetry Month, TUMBLEES. It’s about to get pretty gay.