Queer,

I identify as queer,

though to me it’s not a label,

maybe I don’t identify, I simply know…

queer is

more a reclaiming of a former insecurity

and insult, a sense of insufficiency ( is that a word)

so don’t ask me to define that….

you have asked the wrong question,

there is no answer,

I am a being

becoming,

twisting and turning,

stretching and spinning,

one moment centred,

the next moment not,

queer definition is fleeting,

barriers break before me,

queer power destructive, and reconstructive,

always seeking, searching,

queer art created, then often recreated,

swirls around me,

queer is never content,

words are not sufficient,,

queer disrupts my skin,

and is often

inconveniently assertive,

then frustratingly silent…

it stirs within,

never settling,

never contained,

always unexpected….

just for kicks, yesterday, I reordered my book shelves…