By Griffin Sierra

Although “bicurious and sick of men”
Is not, perhaps, precisely “lesbian,”
I do begin to have a glimmering
Of an idea why so many wives
Who tire of their husbands and their lives
Spent crammed into a role too limiting,
Seek women for a more enlightened mate,
Someone who knows the pressure and the pain
You’ve been through without having to explain
(Or risk anew that men will denigrate
Your own experience, in their own defense).
I’m tired, yes. I’m yearning for a change
Of life and love to something new and strange.
I’m tired of conforming and pretense.

Griffin Sierra is a bicurious poet, artist, mother, and editor in Los Angeles, CA.

Featured image: “Moonchaser,” glazed stoneware, 30 cm., 1999, by Griffin Sierra

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