lexington, ky

if we don’t laugh,

we cry.

speaking to the comedy

slipped between the lines

of existence and

erasure

pointed words

of a boy falling out

a roaring pickup truck window

“lesbian dyke bitch”

we chuckle.

it’s all we can do

to cling to survival.

the string lights across

horse-shaped murals

led us back to the conference:

“queer joy”