Matt McKinzie: For Queer Posterity

Matt McKinzie: For Queer Posterity
Photo: Joanna C. Valente

Photo: Joanna C. Valente

For Queer Posterity

 

we forget our

Elders though our

lapse is far from

lucid

 

we balm

Their bodies in cathode

ray screens and social

media stories

 

we think we

honor Their toil but only

flatten Them into

                        honorifics

how well we know

are misspelt, misattributed,

mistaken

 

what’s not dissimilar when

misplacing our

somatic sanctity

 

who in the present

dissolves into hedonistic

resolve

 

where we absolve

our selves

of responsibility

 

when basking in

a fleeting lover’s early

morning dew

 

why, then, do we cry

poison, just as quickly

thoughtlessly

 

            I wish for us

            all, a thousand

            fleeting lovers

 

            whose amorous

            embrace may pull

            us out of our

 

                        slack and flattened

                        state, so we may

                        pull our

 

                        Elders from Their

                        soil, and finally

                        take a page

 

                        from Their

                        divine

                        and forgotten book

Bathtub Ruminations

 

my whole life

seems close

but no cigar

 

so I’ll just sit here

clouding the bathwater

Ma drew

 

last millennium

and drink tepid Salada

from a floral mug

 

and fashion myself

more self-possessed

than I’ll ever be

The Circle

 

I.

The shred of a Stratocaster

like death knells in a

church tower

 

beckons to my blank palette

 

droning as you in voke

e voke

the composite:

 

                        math rockmeetsAmerican Utopia

 

II.

a trellis

for string lights and black

mold, the Circle stands unvarnished

 

and I remember you clearly

 

gazing through my jelly soma

‘fore pushing my coat beyond

the half-wall

 

                        so I ran into snow,

                        where all the rejects go

 

III.

the Circle

feeds itself

without you


Matt McKinzie is a writer and filmmaker. He graduated from Emerson College in May 2021 with a B.A. in Visual and Media Arts and a Minor in Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies. In addition to Yes, Poetry, his work has been featured at WickedQueer: Boston’s LGBTQ+ Film Festival, the Boston Student Film Festival, PopMatters, and EM Magazine, where he worked as Editorial Director from 2019 to 2021. You can follow him on Instagram (@matt.mckz) and Twitter (@filmmaker_matt).