The legacy we belong to
Don’t deny it
or me
or Alison Bechdel
Women with hair on their arms
or poppy red nails
or steel carabiners
Isn’t that quaint? To be lost?
Isn’t it sweet? To be settled?
How soft-sharp we are
How the most articulate women
leave us tongue-tied?
Hand over all your words to me
to my satin sheets
and I will cite you
in my annotated bibliography.
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Shelby March is a 21-year-old femme poet. She is sentimental to the extreme but is learning to accept this as part of her nature. Shelby is grateful for her found family, new-found peace, and every single squirrel in her city.
Shelby March is a 21-year-old femme poet. She is sentimental to the extreme but is learning to accept this as part of her nature. Shelby is grateful for her found family, new-found peace, and every single squirrel in her city.
