ISSN: 1941-4137
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Catherine Chambers received her degree in poetry from Goddard College's low-residency BFA program in Vermont. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in femrag lit mag, Gulf Stream Literary Magazine, The Indianola Review, Third Point Press, and the single best summer of her life was spent at the Tin House Summer Workshop. Catherine lives in New York City with her dog, Bob Dylan, where she teaches fitness.
Also by Catherine Chambers:
the cool girl
Water Cycle
Visibility
I like to put my mouth
on the mouth
of men with wedding rings
or on girls
whose tits are smaller than mine
I like girls
who use the phrase "rub one out"
even though I'm not one
of those girls and sometimes
I'm curious
to know if I like men or
perceived men or
if it doesn't matter
because do you want to watch
me fit all of humanity
under my tongue tie
a cherry stem yes god let me
love them
I wrote this poem in one of my many Tinder-induced rages after being asked for the one thousandth time to have a threesome. My profile said bisexual because that's what I am, bisexual. I was frustrated and felt like my sexuality immediately placed me in this category saying that's what I wanted, just threesomes. I didn't feel seen. I didn't feel date-able. And how could someone undateable be loveable? It didn't matter to me what kind of person I dated; married, vegan, tall, short, small, what have you. It just mattered that I wanted them and they wanted me.
Anyway, I recommended they buy a vibrator (FYI threesome seekers, that's what you are actually seeking most of the time) and unmatched them. Unrelated, I was later banned from the app for being reported too much. Apparently I'm "mean."
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
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