A more cheerful poem

LIBRARY

I glance along the shelves. She looks askance
over her glasses. Thinks I don’t belong
She asks what I am doing, but she’s wrong.
I have a member’s ticket. So we dance

Apology for doubting. I accept
but still she wonders just how I got in
wearing a biker’s jacket. So I win
her trust, by quoting Sappho, How she wept!

That Greek! It is a language we can share
remember to be silent. On the desk
We lie. She snaps my bra. It’s like burlesque
How delicate we tease. I stroke her hair.

And this is how we paper over class
Audacity, quotations, a cute arse.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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One Response to A more cheerful poem

  1. lokifan says:

    Wicked! And sharp as always 🙂

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