A Poem by Victoria Brooks

I still fancy boys

Thumping downstairs
while in touching distance
a bourbon hangover
dirty wood-spiced American boy
dark hair, the eyes, the chest, the rest
my smudged toilet mirror 

Sweat me
my binder cries white 
flushing flesh/chains 
thems be me
Stereotype, mad for a hit of man
patriarchy blooming fruits, forbidden
I’m the worm
Send me to a femme who will liquify me 
ferment me, trickle me
in two

the system/cistern/cis turning floors then
bruises
purple as the top of the bisexual flag 
or bottom?

Make me come, hold me 
I do him to me
the core, godly, nowhere
I’m all heart
between breasts

Victoria Brooks (Vic) is a queer nonbinary writer living in London, and parent to an octopod (2-year-old identical twins). They write about double-troubles such as queer twin-parenthood, bisexuality, non-binary identity, and split realities. Their sci-fi novel, Silicone God, was published by MOIST Books in the UK and House of Vlad Press in the US. They have also published various essays, short fiction, and poetry. Find them on Instagram: @queermistresswifehuman