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Poet of the Week: Federico García Lorca

When I first started this blog, I did a weekly feature called “Dead Men I’d Like To Have Married.”

Then I ran out of old movie stars that weren’t gay, and I stopped. Which isn’t to say I wouldn’t have married them anyway.

Federico García Lorca is definitely a dead man I’d like to have married. He was also most definitely gay.

Never thee mind, Federico, my ovaries are calling to you. Can you hear their feeble yearning?

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One version of the story is I wish you back—
that I used each evening evening out
what all day spent wrinkling.

I bought a dress that was so extravagantly feminine
you could see my ovaries through it.

This is how I thought I would seduce you.
This is how frantic I hollowed out.

—From “One Love Story, Eight Takes” by Brenda Shaughnessy

One version of the story is I wish you back—

that I used each evening evening out

what all day spent wrinkling.


I bought a dress that was so extravagantly feminine

you could see my ovaries through it.


This is how I thought I would seduce you.

This is how frantic I hollowed out.



—From “One Love Story, Eight Takes” by Brenda Shaughnessy

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