I am not a lesbian. Not really.
but I know what it is to ache for a woman.
To be her smiles and her tears
To know
That she is the truth
To fantasize about feeling her breasts and her belly
About making her cum
About making her feel less lonely
but I am not a lesbian
not really.
” I am not a Lesbian” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: The Secret by David Delruelle
The problem with blue
is that it
plumps up my lips with
the fatty fluff
of
petulance
until I am a beautiful beast—
-coddled-
– admired-
————-and loving it so
“I am Woman. Hear me Whine” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Gold & Pearls by Jenny Liz Rome
-knees
and necks this way
and that–
I hate to see that
bluish bend.
Beneath the floors
like dying
rats,
The folded backs
of melting men –
Cowardice by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Franz Flackenhaus
The heavy stone tied to my ankle
is you
because you are smooth,
asleep, and
sinking downward with all those lovers still attached.
—–At the very bottom,
My eyes are both closed and open
because who can tell the difference down here?
I cannot breath
and
I know that waiting is all there is
anymore.
I’ll let it happen
like you do–
never stopping to resist
We’re together
you’re alone
dying any time is fine
by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
I feel
emerging from my softened heart
the rage of that diamond-blooded girl.
She boils in my body
like she did then–
sharper than glass
and
drenched in sacrilege –
ready
to draw your blood.
“Platinum” by Angie Hoover Hillhouse
with blurry fingers
and white shadows
she beckons me
to her
mirrored hall
of
—- madness
————
–I won’t go
no, I won’t go–
but you are always in my eyes
spinning shadows
into
fire
underneath your
bloody rose
“What it is to be Red” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Rouge Illusion by Elle Hanley
I am here–
No hands to grasp
the prickly air
or
limbs that long
for impossible
love–
But
I
am
here
— a face stuffed
with pale, white
mud
–so that the world
will never get in
or out
of me.
-“Where I am Today” Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
My gaze–
brown and hard–
poses on
your
tiny
back,
piercing holes
into those
that you
do not
wish
to face.
“Safe” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: Immunity by Filmout
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