By the time I reached the end of this reclamation poem, I chortled.
You might say the word lesbian with a shudder, like there are cooties crawling up your back porch.
You might say the word lesbian like you’re reading it out of a science textbook.
You might whisper the word lesbian because it’s naughty.
You might say the word lesbian like you’re keeping dyke for your friends.
You might say the word lesbian like salt-water taffy.
You might say the world lesbian with shudder and say let’s do it again, sweet pea.
Susan Holbrook. “Shudder” in Misled.
And so for day 1745