Epitaph

for the lesbians whose fathers
dare not speak their names,
for butches buried
and raptured,
whose watering
eyes stare at crucifixes
on the front doors
from New Orleans to Yazoo,
for the daughters
of Good Ole Boys
scratched out of photo albums
and Christmas,
for femme eyes, queer eyes,
for what remains
when women love women,
dyke eyes
lingering on guns
in their father’s holsters,
she who sees
the worst of God-
fearing men.

By Amy Lauren Jones

Biography:

Amy Lauren Jones is a graduate organ major at Mississippi College, where she received her B.M. with a minor in English in 2015. Among other publications, her poetry appears in Wherewithal, Vagabond City, and GERM Magazine.”