POEM FOR DEIRDRE

Chipper day co-host with
Punk art hair and
Old thrift store house dress chic
Just 18 and ripe to bursting
Staunch baby dyke defender of
Gay rights and abortion rights
Said it outright on radio and
I, awkward, a-gah, a-guh
About all of it
But slowly milling and mulling
Until summer came and she went away
And I went
Where the wild things are

Now she’s a video star and
I sneak into her latest installation
Sit solitary with multiple screens
Staring as she
Shimmers in sexy sepia tones
Same old Deirdre
Wide-eyed, questioning,
Never wavering
O the home of the brave
O the little
Superman

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