Covert Poetics

The Zapatista

I told him I was a
lesbian
we talked about women
the way the slow rotation
of lips
on lips
effects magic
on the mexican beach
4am
several empty bottles
of wine, tequila
& who knows what else
he told me monogamy
is a form of
capitalism
invented by men
white men with white
wives
black mistresses
and male lovers
also white
the waves break high
at 5am
sweep away broken
bottles,
beer cans, condoms
I admit his hands
have nice form
long, thick
unlike those of my
female lover
sometime around
6am
we trade chat
and cheap booze
for a shared bed
I told him I was a
lesbian
a concept he says
invented
by man
applied to woman
over & over
his hands
long & thick
redefine my
distribution of wealth
and his lips
in rotation
break the chain
of self-inflicted
hegemony
for the beat
in between my stop
his go
7am in bed with a
drunk Zapatista
still a lesbian
now
politically confused.

© 2008 Jennifer Khory

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