The Love Song of Amalia SavageIn the fourth grade Amalia Savage asked me if I was a lesbian. The way she asked me, so straightforward and blunt, made me know I was supposed to answer no. It came out automatically, perhaps a bit too quickly, but she shrugged at my answer and left me by my spot at the window in the lunch hall.The Love Song of Amalia Savage by GuinevereToGwen
A few minutes later, I tapped her on the shoulder and asked her what a lesbian was.
She rolled her eyes like I was very stupid for not knowing, and explained that it meant a girl who kisses other girls. I shook my head and returned to staring at the snowy outside.
I decided it was a trick question. That there was no right answer, but that I had handled myself well in spite of that. Besides, I wasn’t ready to be placed into one of Amalia Savage’s boxes. I’d be folded up and stirred around and hung up to dry until the label had sunk into me, until it had become a part of me.
Truth is, I had kissed Tiffany Waldorf just last year in the school bus, our winter coats swishing as we
The Last Great ExperimentThere are ministers and bankersThe Last Great Experiment by GuinevereToGwen
and accountants and statisticians
and they love the world, love the world,
they love the numbers they crunch
because they swell and grow and mature
with every snap of their teeth.
They steal and cheat and lie
and drain the planet of its resources
of its sources of life
but they love the world, love the world,
they love every pile of waste
and every cloud of smog
because the planet is slowly dying
and so are we
and so are they.
There are doctors and surgeons
and lawyers and judges
and they love the world, love the world,
they love their little guinea pigs
diagnosed with the fatal disease of
life: contagious, vertically-transmitted,
the infection to end all pandemics,
to end what’s left of the guinea pig population.
And we steal and cheat and lie
and sue the ones who were always on our side,
who sidled up to us when we were alone,
and the lawyers love us
and the judges love us
because we hate each other
and the doctors love us
and the surgeons love u
How Time Passes When the World Stands StillShe squeezes my hand on the busHow Time Passes When the World Stands Still by GuinevereToGwen
when the sky turns so dark
that our reflections gaze at us,
winking from behind the glass,
and she whispers to me that the next stop
is the train station, asking
how far I think we could get
with the sixty bucks
in her left breast pocket.
I Failed High SchoolTrigger warning: suicidal thoughts and self-harmI Failed High School by GuinevereToGwen
I failed at high school -
not the classes, no -
those I passed with flying colours
and certificates to show off
No, I failed high school
because I drank alone in the empty apartment
while reading Midsummer Summer Night's Dream.
He's a mistake I didn't make,
she's a chance I didn't take;
I have no stories of my own
to tell the children I'll never have.
I failed because at all three schools
I had the privilege to attend,
I was tempted by the bottle of pills in my backpack.
Carpets that refuse to swallow you up
taste the same in all countries.
Dust and febreeze and a sprinkle of cat litter.
Don't tell me that life is worth living.
It's been my mantra from day one.
They make me repeat it to myself
every morning in the mirror
as I swallow the capsules that are supposed
to bring a smile to my face.
They work when I sleep well,
when I crawl into bed and don't ask my pillow to smother me
when I open my eyes not disappo
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