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closet sonnet
by Gillian Ebersole

December 31, 2020 Contributed By: Gillian Ebersole

Smartphone
Image by Edar from Pixabay

this sticky summer night is a beet stain –

let me paint your skin & clear my schedule,

sit in my room until you call me back.

I imagine you struggling with a jar

 

of marinara sauce in your kitchen –

let me take it. here, I’m haunted by prayers

before dinner & boyfriends from high school.

I wish I had known enough to kiss you

 

backstage, under the bridge, inside the empty

church. the cathedrals are closed. I bake bread

on Sundays now. I buy stamps & I grow

sunflowers. I think about the word wife.

 

the phone numbers of dead people are re-

assigned. I spend the rest of the day calling.


GILLIAN EBERSOLE is a dancer and writer who explores the embodied experience of queerness in her poetry and choreography. A member of the Class of 2020, she graduated from Loyola Marymount University Summa Cum Laude with a dual degree in English and Dance. In particular, her work explores queerness in relation to the structures of conservative religious upbringing. Gillian currently works for Colorado Ballet’s Department of Education and writes for various dance publications. She believes in yellow bedrooms, sunset dances, and sitting in coffeeshops.

Filed Under: Poetry Posted On: December 31, 2020

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