Andrea Gibson (born August 13, 1975) is an American poet and activist from Calais, Maine, who has lived in Boulder, Colorado since 1999.[1] Gibson's poetry focuses on gender norms, politics, social reform, and LGBTQ topics.[2] (wikipedia)
This is my body. It is no one's but mine.
This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.
If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?
Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.
Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.
Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?
So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.
You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.
Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.
Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.