All Dykes Go to Heaven

by Taylor Ray

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Even me,

Barely out in a nondescript month in 2023.

Feeling fortunate to be a freak, but the

Kind with a community.

Essentialism be damned.

All dykes go to heaven.

 

Beauty is in the eye

Of the dyke. She’s known beauty since at

Least age six,

Warm-hearted

In bed with a blonde best friend. They share a name, but that was it.

A heart harking for how lovely the blondes were, and

Never for herself. However—

Dykes never say never.

 

Good things come to dykes who wait,

Even if twenty-eight seems late to see

Your humanity.

 

The old adage says

Many dykes make light work.

I’m putting on my boots

As we speak.