ANOTHER TROY: THE REMIX

“Look at your building. You are the city.”
—Muriel Rukeyser

Another Troy despised
by the same old pirates
broken brick built broken
backside and despised

Is art enough
my six-foot-tall broken mirror
Is love enough
Do you know how to love love
my electric back porch
deck eaves and gutter diving down
faster and you with your new face

Look at my building and
Rise Let It Rise
from soot smoke and ash
broken glass
homes are like art like love is like love
precious moldings medallions dear
shelter salvaged stone
my poor love

Never despise my building to fix
my building to love my
building to make my own




MRS. DE B

Simone de Beauvoir in my driver’s seat
translating queer theory into English
writing code for the masses and
making me want to sit closer

Simone with red nail polish
fighting crimes against women
talking about the war

Sitting over coffee
talking talking talking
bowing our heads
whispering words like freedom
as if existence
depended on this prayer