“You don’t know how to feel about us trotting around your mown lawn ravaging sweet wet apples off your tree. We lock antlers, raise a clatter in the wood, agitate your family dog to fits of barking, gnaw on your juniper bushes, garden violets. We see your chicken wire fences, your garden coated in hot sauce and sick fermented yolks. We’re the kind of beautiful that gets shot down. You forgot that we have been here since the eocene. Clothing you, feeding you. We’re in your myths, shadows in the trees, and after this long dead winter, our hunger will not be kept hidden in birch and pine.”
— Delany Lemke, “A poem in which I try to talk about being queer in the rural midwest and I just end up talking about deer again,” published in Homology Lit
HOLY SHIT I WROTE THIS HI THERE IM CRYING
My twitter is @delovelylany and I have poems in JuxtaProse, Homology, and somewhere on the Academy of American Poets website!! Im working on more thanks!
