LGBTQIA

Heather Wolf

I sit down before you on the couch;

you’re worried that your daughter’s growing up too fast. 

I find myself in a pew, you at the pulpit,

a straight woman preaching about the destructive nature

of things she will never understand. 

 

You tell me not to create boxes. 

You don’t remember the time before we were carpenters—

when only they were allowed building permits—

but now we have hammers and nails and wood that smells like home,

and all we long for is a place to sleep

where we’re surrounded by familiar breathing. 

 

Your room is a place of safety, but I tell you to knock it down.

“There is no rain in this world,” says the woman with the umbrella,

and you tell me I do not need labels because the world is ready,

while you kiss your husband in public and do not feel dread. 

 

In this world, a name is everything,

and so when the young girl, huddled over her computer screen,

finds a name for the things she is feeling,

she finds a power you’ve known since birth

and holds that  name close like a blanket

or a shiny penny—

a promise to push through the cogs and wheels of her body

to prove the machinery is not broken. 

 

You say these labels divide us,

but your last name is different from my last name

and here we are sitting in the same room.

You are not upset about the new identities,

but because your daughter has been expanding her vocabulary. 

 

Your daughter hears 

‘faggot’ and ‘cunt’ on the bus—

words like prison bars—

but I give her ‘gay’ and ‘transgender’.

You hand me your scrub-brush speech,

asking me to erase progress like bloodstains outside of Stonewall. 

 

When your God created this world,

he gave Man the power to name. 

Shapes in the shadows became less scary

because we knew them to be Monkey and Horse and Frog;

the feelings inside us became less scary

because we knew them to be Lesbian or Asexual or Queer. 

 

We found our place in such a tribe,

and you found your place in a God who gave us the power

to build ourselves up from the ribs of

Sakia Gunn and Matthew Shepard and Harvey Milk

and call ourselves LGBTQIA.