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Regie Cabico's work appears in over 30 anthologies including The Spoken Word Revolution (Sourcebooks, 2003), Chorus & The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry (Thunder's Mouth Press, 1999), and Aloud: Voices from the Nuyorican Poets Café (Henry Holt and Company, 1994). He is the co-editor of Flicker & Spark: A Contemporary Anthology of Queer Poetry and Spoken Word  (Lowbrow Press, 2013), nominated for a 2014 Lambda Literary Award. He is the Youth Program Coordinator for Split this Rock Poetry Festival.

Teaching Gender Segregated Sex Writing Class

I get to edit penis poems and feel like Michelangelo
Making masterpieces of what is private and unsculpted
Beneath the writing table
All I have to say is My penis is…
And their testosterone-fueled pens fly
Like a baseball past a stadium larger than Dollywood
They hand me their penis poems drafts
As if I were an army medical examiner

*

To help women write about their genitalia, I have them
Transform assorted tampons into other objects
With the hope that they can view their own bodies as political metaphors

It was not an Anne Sexton Celebration of My Uterus moment

*

My vagina experiences are limited
NYU sophomore year
Her naked body curved,
the fallopian part of a question mark
surrendering to my non-existent exclamation point


I thought of a cactus slit
men search to quench their desert thirst
National Geographic issues with breasts
The Discovery Channel and marsupial pouches,
a layer of sky upon layer of invisible stratosphere.
Coitus would be jumping kamikaze
and into a wave,
fluid framed by her hips

*

I have the men write quickie poems.
They repeatedly refer to her wetness
as if a humidifier were attached down there…

There are lots of liquids, I remind them,
Could you be more specific?

*

My womb is a secret family recipe,
she says, and closes her notebook.

*

Clara is disappointed
that a writing class called Breaking Sky
is canceled. She wanted to play with hyperbole
when out of the blue
she says her hymen is sky
Well, it sounds like your sky is broken
Yes, she laughs, but there are always new horizons.

Copyright © 2016 by Regie Cabico. Reprinted from Split This Rock’s The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database.

Copyright © 2016 by Regie Cabico. Reprinted from Split This Rock’s The Quarry: A Social Justice Poetry Database.

Regie Cabico

Regie Cabico's work appears in over 30 anthologies including The Spoken Word Revolution (Sourcebooks, 2003), Chorus & The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry (Thunder's Mouth Press, 1999), and Aloud: Voices from the Nuyorican Poets Café (Henry Holt and Company, 1994). He is the co-editor of Flicker & Spark: A Contemporary Anthology of Queer Poetry and Spoken Word  (Lowbrow Press, 2013), nominated for a 2014 Lambda Literary Award. He is the Youth Program Coordinator for Split this Rock Poetry Festival.

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Mother fetches the fruit from the mango grove 
       behind closed bamboo. 
       Rips its paper-leather cover during midday recess, 
before English class, describes their dance 
peaches plums cantaloupes before my first-world 
       eyes. When the sun blazed on the dust,

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I can write about colonialism, Disney, riots 
& inoculations. Centuries of American history 
before me: Pocahontas' bust, Rosa Parks 
arrest records, Elvis Presley meeting Nixon 
but with only an hour to go before recording 
a poem at The National Archives, I'm in 
Starbucks 

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—for Creativity and Crisis at the National Mall

queer me    
shift me    
transgress me  
tell my students i'm gay   
tell chick fil a i'm queer 
tell the new york times i'm straight   
tell the mail man i'm a lesbian  
tell american