LOUDSPEAKER:: Poetry by Maddie Fay
WUSSY is proud to present two poems by ATL artist, Maddie Fay.
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the moon is a lesbian,
which i know because she has
kissed every inch of my body
more often than any lover
i've ever known.
i have watched the way
she kisses the ocean
and guides her gently home,
have seen her face reflected with love
in the ever-changing sparkling surface of the sea,
and i don't know any other word
to describe a love like that.
the day we smoked a joint in the woods
and then walked eight miles in the rain
to gas station coffee,
we passed two other gas stations on the way,
but you were holding my hand and
i didn't want it to stop.
you said
"you're beautiful"
and i said
nothing
because you were the most remarkable
person i had ever seen,
leaned up against the hood of a stranger's car,
smoking a cigarette like a lesbian james dean.
you'd call yourself
"lesbian" sixteen times before breakfast
until it stopped sounding like venom
and started to sound like a prayer,
because how could i ever look at
love like this and feel anything
but holy?
my new church was the woods
by the river,
and i learned to worship
at the altar of your body.
you took me in your arms and you said,
"baby,
you're beautiful,"
and i told you i loved you
because beautiful had never
meant anything to me
except that i had something
people could take.
i heard "beautiful" from your lips and it sounded
like a blessing.
the moon is a lesbian because
she knows how to love without taking,
i have scarcely loved a man
who has learned how to love without taking,
that is not to say that no man
can love without taking,
but it is a skill that is learned
through a grief
that i have shared with every
lesbian i have ever met.
when you kissed me in the attic,
it was not the first time
i had been kissed,
but it was the first time that a touch
felt like a gift and not a punishment,
and it was the first time i understood
why people write love songs.
i wanted to write you a love song,
but after a lifetime afraid of my own voice,
all i could sing you were hymns.
not because i had made you an idol,
but because your hands on my body
made me feel clean for the first time.
the moon is a lesbian because
the night i stumbled out of
the apartment of the man
who only loved me when
he thought he could keep me,
blood on my lips and nowhere to go,
the moon kissed my fingertips
and she said,
"baby,
what took you so long?
welcome home."
The first time I loved a woman was cold river water and fireworks, all crackling chemicals and wild bones. It was an avalanche, precarious parts tumbling white powder thunder to lower ground where it could rest.
The first time I loved a woman who looked like me, the kind of woman you do not see in magazines, all tree trunk and earth except for the sharp parts, it was burning up the map I had drawn of my body and renaming every feature with a love I could not express in language. How could I hate my body for the space it occupied when you were there in front of me, so many inches and every one beautiful.
Lesbian is not a horror story. I have tasted my own blood, but my love is not a tragedy. The world is at turns fascinated and repulsed, angry and afraid, and living here does not always make sense. Loving you has always made sense. We are glorious revolution and quiet morning coffee with the sun streaming through the windows, and gay still means happy here. My story began all scars and bloody knuckles, but ours is holding hands and kisses on the tip of the nose and "lesbian" is always a blessing, like "freedom" and "home" and "I love you, I love you, I love you."
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Maddie Fay is a professional storyteller who has been writing poems, stories, and plays for as long as she can remember. She is also a designer and carpenter/electrician for theatre, and her work can be seen all around Atlanta. She'd like to thank her friends for everything and her dog, Myrtle, for always believing in her.
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