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ON REALIZING YOU’RE QUEER AT 38 (AND AT 42 YOU STILL DON’T QUITE KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS) BY PAULIE LIPMAN

MY SISTER IS A CITY BY ANDY WINDER
February 24, 2019
TWO STORIES BY CAVIN BRYCE
February 26, 2019

 

On Realizing You’re Queer At 38

(And At 42 You Still Don’t Quite Know What That Means)

inspired by Cecily Schuler

 

My queer

is simple

men/women

those that are both

and all who are neither

It’s not science

“Well DNA plays a…”

Oh fuck! off

 

My queer is too

also/never/sometimes

math

fuck! I was

told there’d

be no math

“Who told you that?”

They

 

They is

me/we

are legion

my own

queer nebulous

defined as

just one of

a million tendrils

golden spiraling out

of our core/we

Fibonacci

shit!

math again/at least

theoretical/not concrete

nor binary/on/off

1 version first person

possessive still permissive

0 doubt/sometimes well

1 possibility

0 standstill

 

This queer

evolving

crap!

science

but

fuck! yeah

Darwin

 

Fuck off Edison!

Mine electric

Tesla

Nikola

no not Musk

a lightning master

free/off grid

again/just ‘cause

fuck! Edison

fuck! patents

this queer

free form/open source

decoded

0 fucks

1 day’s depiction

next day’s rewrite

creative/non-fiction

no gothic/this is

not/never

Lovecraft/racist ass

thing that should

have never been

Sit down, Leviathan

 

This is Uprise

proletariat

I/multitude

single/mass

overthrow/riot

Wreak Love

Wage Bliss

scream

Queer!

say me.

 


Paulie Lipman is a former bartender/bouncer/record store employee/Renaissance Fair worker/two time National Poetry Slam finalist and a current loud Jewish/Queer/ poet/writer/performer. His work has appeared in the anthology ‘We Will Be Shelter’ (Write Bloody Publishing) as well as The Emerson Review, Drunk In A Midnight Choir, Voicemail Poems, pressure gauge, and Prisma (Zeitblatt Fur Text & Sprache). Their first collection, “from below/denied the light” is now available from Swimming With Elephants Publications.