The Lesbians On Tumblr Are Telling Me to Eat a Sandwich
VIVIANE FAE-MOSS
The girl with the snaggletooth secretly
finds me hot. There’s a tuna melt in her fridge
that’s been there for months. She’ll remember it
when it begins to rot. She daydreams about tuna
and watches her skin melt off her bones. Hecate
dreams of coming out to her parents as a lesbian
but is scared they’ll notice she skipped a step.
There’s a kiss for her anyways, on a park bench
after closing. In the morning, she’s dreamed it away.
God is a whale, killed for her oil. The girl with coarse hair
learns this, after years of gentle sex. She brags
about working at the Svalbard Global Seed Vault
but nobody understands what rapture is. Bastet
has stopped using a mop to clean her floors, in the
hopes of becoming more butch. Her favorite belt says
“even cowgirls get the blues, babe,”
and her hair is done up in tight braids.
Morgana straddles her girlfriend. She has been
dying for years. A Monte Christo sits on the desk
next to a dusty copy of Elder Scrolls: Oblivion.
There is basil on the windowsill, beginning to bolt.
It will be used in the soup tonight. They will break up over this.
The girl with one leg dreams that
God is a ship, sunk by pirates long ago.
The girl with flowers in her hair was never a good gardener.
She butters her toast in the mornings like
she’s forgotten how to cry. She logs in starving
to Tumblr and looks at beautiful women
eating beautiful food. She will never learn to cook.
Freja dreams of kissing her but refuses to work up the
courage. A bagel has been forgotten in the toaster oven.
The walls are covered in murals of deep sea fish, and
among them is God. She’s eating a grilled cheese.
VIVIANE FAE-MOSS (she/her) is a young poet from the creative writing department at SOU. She has had her work published in 7th Circle Pyrite, Still Here Magazine, and Ballast Magazine, among others. She is always happy to get her writing into new hands.
