JULIET AND JULIET
the l-word has never fit perfectly
stuffed carelessly into my mouth, it bulges threateningly
i wish i could spit it out without inviting repulsed stares
they warned me about growing pains in preteen years
about sore legs and aching breasts
but there were never dos and don’ts for the time i tossed and turned til three
wishing my sexuality was something i could sleep on
if only i was into boys who reek of body spray,
i whispered
maybe i’d grow up with a mouthful of love too
perhaps as lies went, this particular one was too unkind
i swallowed your lies and i swallowed them good
the l-word has never fit perfectly
its sharp edges stick out like fangs
love is a double-edged sword,
mine more so than everyone else’s
but it is love all the same
juliet was never an apostle but she’d been a lover
wasn’t that kind of the same thing?
By Latifa Sekarini
(she/her)
ig: thoreausmuse
Graphics by Alexa Marie (@aleexamarie)