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July 13, 2018

I do not want to die where I was born

today it is taking all of my strength

to keep my weeping, swollen

eyelids open now and again pressing them

with cold spoons and my own cold

fingers I only wish telephones still were slow

and had beautiful rings

and curling cords. Where I was born

is the sour seat of the shameful empire

and too hot in the summer

My eyes are not so sweet as the little

cherries in the jar nor as pink

nor as velvety

and I...

July 13, 2018

how does this girl make me feel

like such a boy when I’m fucking her

I’m asking because I’ll never know

I’m asking for when the mystery

swells large enough to touch


they, them, theirs

College of Arts & Sciences

Class of 2017, English, Area Program in Poetry Writing

Basil (Gillian) Lee writes about language and life as a queer person in the scary, lovely world. They are also a printmaker, musician, and book artist. T...

July 11, 2018

We brighten in our twinkling; do you hear / that? The collective question, the sky shuffles its coat, / a pumping set of butterfly wings enters, stopped in one life but stronger than anything / in ours.

July 11, 2018

Being so young, I always had that outside smell, you know?

The aroma something akin

to the hum-drum banter of cicadas, the unabashed little bastards would

strip down and leave their garments

neatly ironed and hung in the rich shade of the magnolia trees. I was jealous.

Look at how they could just take that stink off!!

But me––the thick Virginia haze beckons to freshly laid tar, says, Hey gooey,

won’t you come up out of there?


June 24, 2017

I’ve got a closet I can’t escape, bruises and scrapes from doing what I love, but when push comes to shove I’m gonna be strong because who I love won’t be wrong. He stares.

June 24, 2017

I find myself in this predicament often /Surrounded by young men /And I whispered, /“Oh gosh, this is my life.”

June 24, 2017

Deep in the dark I hide, That’s where my true self resides.

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