Hot Butch Summer

Written in a heatwaved Thursday at the queer writing group I co-host. Grateful for these spaces of space, amongst the insanity of the city. A nod to Brum Butch Bar’s recent picnic and the pirple glasses of a good friend ASH.

One line pinched from Kamil @kamilpoet as part of a consensual writing exercise, inspired by Nick Murray‘s Poetry Playground https://nickmurray.horse/bio/

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Ice creamy inch, swimmingly swan
Sticky clothed being
Heat ridden to dreams
Catch her before she falls

Blemished are the blankets
And the butches make great picnics
Sitting on summery stones
In the lifeless terrain of Cannon’s Hill

The weight of it all
Mirrors the joy of it all

We are poets in residue
Spread out under the trees
Amongst the straights
With their dulled gaze