August 3, 2016
Pulsamos
LGBTQ Poets Respond to the Pulse Nightclub Shooting
Ami Maxine Irmen
Before Bodies were Battlefields
I long to be a child again,
carefree,
the monsters of the world
filtered through the safety net
of my parents' fingers,
back before I knew
my safety was something
that could be stripped away,
that hands,
the very things that guided me
into the world, could be
the very things to take me from it.
I want to go back to the time
before I knew
how bullets could fill bodies,
how bullets could lodge fear
into the walls of classrooms,
theatres, clubs, into the walls
of safe spaces, before bullets
punctuated my sentences
as I stand before my students,
before they caused me to question
whether it was safe enough
to reach for my partner's hand
as we walked down the street
and ultimately caused me to slip
my fingers into the pockets of my jeans.
I long for a time when fear
was a mere flicker and not a blaze,
when I could darken the room
enough to sleep, when I didn’t feel
the constant heat
against my own body,
when I didn't have to stitch
up my heart every few days,
back to the time when my heart was
more muscle than thread.
My blood has not yet spilled
onto the battlefield, and I long
for a time when it did not feel
as though it were just
a matter of time.
Ami Maxine Irmen is a queer introverted writer, photographer, and teacher. She uses all mediums necessary to explore what it means to be human, to make connections, and to seek truth. She prefers her books to be paper, her music to be vinyl, and her trees to be weeping willows. Previous publications include The Sheepshead Review, Blue Earth Review, and Sinister Wisdom.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published weekly by Glass Poetry Press.
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