After Gustave Klimt

 

 

 

Personally
  ~~
     ~~ If you ask me
            ~~        I’d love anything
La ****                       La~~~~~~~
  la  la  la la la ~~~~~  LACRIMOSA                           set!
            La—_—_—_—_—¿¿                   glossy eyes                me!
                                       HOOKED     _                      kissy lips          free!
                                    UPON        HANGED               —         Shimmery skin
            in the silence                  BODIES           ON       ——————
  ahh, the silence                                  THREADS                                          ——————
we are glory                      BAIT        we are ——  the sea serpents
            And                  _______                                                   Loch-ness lovers
             hail                                 ————                  fallacies           ____    inamorata
                 the   ——————   I don’t think we should be here —————_———
—————    lord    sounds a bit like a punchline            our name is gone
             Sunburnt                                             
Bodies Bodies Bodies               ~~~~~~    is our love so special?
    That you had to bury it,        ~~~~~~                       drown it in the raging seas
            Bodies Bodies Bodies               quick kiss before the next wave comes
                        Entangled Entangled Entangled
                                                                        We cry to the sky
            ~~~~ ———————               And say “I love you”
                                     ~~~~~~~ ———— ~~~~~~ ——— ~~~~~~ ——
                        SERPENTINE             water plaguing                  SLUTS
                        NYMPHIA                    ~~~~~                             NUN
                                                             ***                              But the sky says
                                            I really love my wife                                  ‘ We are love ,
                                                                                                 La *** La~~~
                                                                                                                            ~~        Le ~~ Lo
                                                                                                We sing songs
                                                                                                            with pocked chords
                                                                                                                 we sing a song
                                                                                                                              so sung before.

This piece is based on Gustave Klimt’s “Water Serpents II”, which (I think) is about women’s bodies and lesbian love. This poem retells that scene through the mythological figures of serpents and nymphs, and their coiled, iridescent bodies as a metaphor for lesbian desire. Lines such as “Say, is our love so mythical? // that you had to bury it / drown it in the raging seas” or “SERPENTINE water plaguing SLUTS” address both the erasure and the bias queer women encounter, depicting the lovers as both idealized and detested. At the same time, “we sing songs // with pocked chords // we sing a song // so sung before” writes that lesbian love, no matter how often seen as outside the norm, is just love —continuous with the songs lovers have always sung.

 

I’ll be honest, when trying to reason out whether or not to submit to this issue, I found myself in this ouroboros-esque self fulfilling loop, where I’d first doubt myself from submitting, then read the issue description, thereafter consider submitting and alas, restarting the cycle. “Water Serpents II” is not my best work. Its first draft was laughed at by a bunch of RI guys, and I’ve been editing (or over-editing) it ever since. I’m rather ashamed of it, really, in both its quality and its content; as a queer teenager still trying to figure oneself out, writing a poem like this (and worse, imagining it out in public) feels scandalous. But maybe that’s exactly why it belongs here.

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