Julene Tripp Weaver
Out with the boys at the gay bar sniffing
poppers, we dance a wave with the music
In the ladies’ room staggered against the wall
a short Native woman with long hair
catches my eye her collar bone
glimmers turquoise on a chain
she slithers into my full frame
plants her lips against mine
our tongues intertwine snakes
weave like a dream
she enters me with a long kiss—
we don’t notice when the stall
empties, we dance our tongues
till she pulls away, with a question,
Who do you have waiting at home?
Well, yeah, I have a girlfriend.
Fuck, she swears and enters
the stall stunned I stand
seared by her scarlet lipstick
Julene Tripp Weaver is a psychotherapist and writer in Seattle, WA. She has a chapbook and two full size collections. Her latest, truth be bold—Serenading Life & Death in the Age of AIDS, published by Finishing Line Press, was a finalist for the Lambda Literary Awards, won the Bisexual Book Award and four Human Relations Indie Book Awards. Her work is online at The Seattle Review of Books, HIV Here & Now, Voices in the Wind, Antinarrative Journal, Anti-Heroin Chic, MadSwirl, and Writing in a Woman's Voice, you can find more of her writing at www.julenetrippweaver.com.