Go Away

Posted on July 25, 2009 by Avery Cassell

I come flying in,
Arms stretched out and reaching,
I am reaching for the you I don’t want.

I don’t want you flying with me,
I don’t want shiny things,
Sparkling in the sky like iridescent bug wings,
Drifting clouds, a prop to distract me.

Go away,
Let the growly bears grab you and tear you apart,
Let me float in the overcast sky of my heart,
I cannot think through this,
This spasm of fuck and music and shared bread.

I am naked with my hands on my accordion,
Legs splayed and leaning sadly,
Each note is different – I see that now,
Cut the ropes so I can fly away.

I am friends with growly bear,
She lives in the fronds of curled leaves,
Waiting for me to toss her a treat,
And flying through my tears, I do.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.

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