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      June 8, 2016To Choose Each Other PerpetuallySara Watson

      If you see a group of crows it’s called a murder.
      If you’ve got a group of cows you say a herd.
      If your key fits in the lock you say I’m home.
      What if you are a bushel of apples and I am the hungriest deer.
      Or I am a fistful of hair clogging the drain again.
      Already you’re seeing my body a way that’s entirely new.
      I’ve been a mess. I’ve had to clean up after.
      Two women and a dog is called a family.
      Two women with no dog cannot be coaxed from bed.
      I see that we already have a problem.
      What if every time a woman says there are no happy endings
      a person slides her tongue inside another person’s mouth.
      A person slides her tongue inside another person’s mouth.
      Every time I touch you a little sound comes out.

      from #51 - Spring 2016

      Sara Watson

      “Poetry is one of the few safe spaces for queer women. As such, it’s a great space for a queer woman such as myself to play around, to dream, to imagine, to demonstrate and celebrate queer desire. If Poetry were a town, I think I’d like to move there.”