lgbtq+ voices
Writing
Affidavit with Language from Whitman’s “Song of Myself” (Leaves of Grass, 1st ed., 1855)
By Lukas BachoI stop some where waiting for you…. Yet you pretend I have gone!
I’ve scattered my ellipses like breadcrumbs in a public park.
It is 7:32 p.m.… I take refuge in your neck, my ear pressed close to your apple,
Back when I yearn to scrape you clean of seeds.