Sara Youngblood Gregory

Medusa / Dark Blue

1

My girlfriend and my girlfriend kiss second hand
from her lips to my lips to her lips to mine 
then the other to mine then back  then restart.
If you can’t imagine what I do
with my girlfriend and my girlfriend
 that’s the point.


2

My lovers gather in the temple. 
The temple underwater where Medusa is raped.
Medusa’s pussy turns explosion. The smell of fish
frying.


3

I break up with my girlfriend and
I stay with my girlfriend. Perverts in the water,
pyros in the sea. There are more women
than my girlfriend and my former girlfriend. 
The way we manage to share one mouth.


4

I show up late to the underwater temple. 
My lovers there are ugly. I am there ugly. 
The knife slips through the bucket.
The knife guts the fish. Guts explode the world. 
What is ugly defiles. 


5

I don’t compare myself to Medusa
when Medusa has a cock. Who’s clothes 
make up my bed? Who’s teeth my mouth? 
On the end of the line, dark blue.
There is heavy breathing. Am I still
angry?


6

The cock is the mangrove snake. The mouth
is the mouth. My body
is never the temple.


7

My girlfriend and my former girlfriend
me and my lovers the uglies. We are climbing
the trees. From up in the trees the uglies are looking down.
Years ago saying, don’t touch the ground. We show up
early and kill what doesn’t suit. 


8

On the shoreline there is a snake for every mouth. 
There is a bucket for every hole. The second hand
the knife the explosion Medusa still angry and the smell
of what this time doesn’t get away. 

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Sara Youngblood Gregory (she/they) is a disabled lesbian poet and culture writer. She serves on the board of directors for the lesbian literary and arts journal Sinister Wisdom. Her work has been published in The Rumpus, Tahoma Literary Review, Queen Mobs, and The Adroit Journal, among others.