Butch Queen

Editor's Note: This piece was created during a Citizen-inspired writing session at this summer's Shade exhibit at the Clyfford Still and Denver Art Museums. 

By Max Malament

Skin crawls in whorls and folds

Past stitched under

Copper frowns crackling through the dark

Power lines spark the miles and

Coffee-stained teeth promise

A future, even now

Splintering down falling

Into fissured glaciers settling

Tiger’s eye and granite

Luminous, cold, burning, holding,

Drifting, blending, breaking into

The tilt of her lifted

Arm curled into a brittle

Amen