August 3, 2016
Pulsamos
LGBTQ Poets Respond to the Pulse Nightclub Shooting
Darrel Alejandro Holnes
All Legs Lead to Naomi Campbell
— for Rosebud Ben-Oni
We wear "criaras," gender-
Bending, queer-as-cracked-
Crowns tilted to the side
Like we LGB royalTy,
Like we long legs on a catwalk, smoking
Up the haus with our
Hot sex-kitten heels
With our stomp and strut
Until the windows are foggy
And the bloggers are out
Of breath and edges,
Until we've snatched
And slayed the runway at Fashion Week
Wearing everything
China is selling online
That Americans haven't
Yet Columbused.
When I cross the streets
Of Kreuzberg, and you
The streets of Hong Kong,
There are no breadcrumb trails.
These big city streets
Are wider than any runway
But still we toe in style
To the Schvety for beer
Or to the rooftop for
Cockatoos and secret teas
With grandmother-in-laws
And ghosts who only speak Cantonese.
But still we stiletto
Or loafer or boat shoe
While running upstairs,
While hanging from ladders,
While climbing from the rooftop
To the skies.
There are such few of us
Left standing these days after
The club shooting in Orlando,
After the lobotomies or
Electroshock therapy,
After AIDS,
After passing for straight,
After passing for white and white and white —
Naomi Campbell
Is a sunset over
The 7 train on our way
To get dumplings with
Your husband, Brian Lee,
While reading your poems
About Tara or horses in Iceland
That took you for a ride.
Naomi Campbell is
A dark shadow in a dream
Your cousins don't realize
Will save your uncle. Naomi Campbell
Is a fire hydrant you unleash after
Jerome burnt my city down,
And Preston wouldn't come out
To play.
In another era, we are locked up loonies.
In another era, we are deities.
Tonight we are throwing blackberry phones,
Dark-juiced and dangerous,
At whomever dares to stand in our way
Or tell us how or who to love.
Strut your Stuff with me, Black Diamond.
Come on; let's swallow the sun and burn
Bright into the night until our bellies are
Filled with so much hubris
No man can ever put our kinship or kind asunder;
Filled with so much hubris
We put god herself to shame.
Darrel Alejandro Holnes is a poet and playwright from Panama. His poems have appeared in
Poetry Magazine, American Poetry Review, Callaloo, Best American Experimental Writing, Day One, Gulf Coast, and elsewhere in print and online. He deeply mourns those lost in the shooting at Pulse in Orlando and other victims of gun violence in the USA. More information can be found at
darrelholnes.com and
@iamdarelo
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published weekly by Glass Poetry Press.
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