I haunt my own home, silent but for the buzzing / of the fridge with the wine in it, with the secret / light no one can see until they open the door.
I haunt my own home, silent but for the buzzing / of the fridge with the wine in it, with the secret / light no one can see until they open the door.
I found a clip of Caroline Bird reading Dive Bar, one of the poems from her tagged collection, which was inspired by the Gateway, one of the few places lesbians could safely gather during the 1930s in London. In the intro, she explains how Gay Pride is different from pride in the usual sense. #LGBTQ
https://youtu.be/YY1FHUC5oRk
You were so beautiful I felt a commotion in the pit of my throat / like my words were fighting over you.