Moment of Affection

Often there is one moment,
One instant of perfection,
Never the snapshot I expect,
Always recognizable immediately

I’ve been in love three times,
(maybe three and a half),
So these glittering seconds are minute,
Well polished,
Brooded over for meaning,
If any at all,
I’m sentimental.

Number one:
1976 and we were hippies.
A humid July afternoon,
A hidden path by the railroad tracks,
Brambles, blackberries, and babies,
Warm peanut butter sandwiches in waxed paper bags,
Palms sticky and purple with juice,
Knowing death was eminent,
Happiness was desperate.

Number two:
1979 and we’re punk dykes,
Cold evening in Chicago,
An apartment near the lake,
You crossed the snow swept street,
To fetch two slices of cheese pizza and grape soda,
We couldn’t afford a whole pie,
Greasy fingers – we played Gin Rummy,
The wind blowing and blankets piled over our laps..

Number two:
2009 and we ‘re middle-aged queers,
Crossing Market Street to walk into the Mission,
For groceries for a dinner party,
Greens, apples, and tamarind,
The orange F cable car is ahead,
Flanked by Twin Peaks and the Bay,
Where we have fucked – the city is our bedroom,
Knowing that everything ends.


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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