please know, Butterfly that you and i have danced together since the paint was fresh on the walls of the disco--- maybe they’ve faded now?---
since the whispers of desperate touch would only creep in fearsome frustrated silence through a warm wind on Christopher Street we have danced as long.
your hand, Butterfly, in the back pocket of my jeans
my hand teasing around your breast, Butterfly, as though i were trying to grasp your shoulder. lighting Holy Fire under your skin. setting free nerves that have slept through so many shameful rough hands.
and we were rebels we were goddesses infinite and terrible
one glance from us could topple whole nations
and a kiss? a kiss could end the world and rebuild it free.
Tori Ashley Matos is a queer and GNB femme writer and performer from Queens, New York. The intersection of and tension between colonial structures and individual identity is the main subject of her work, but sex, identity, culture, and existentialism feature heavily in each piece. She studied Theatre at New York University's Tisch School of the Arts and has been published in the Newtown Literary Journal and Name and None magazine. Tori is a 2018 Dreamyard Fellow.