Parker Logan
“At The Perkins Rowe Cinemark”
I like Drive Away Dolls, but the rest of my friends are split
between Bottoms and Love Lies Bleeding, the age old
debate on whether murderous juicers beat punch drunk femmes,
but I like terrible country accents and Tallahassee slander
while I drink my extra large Mr. Pibb and Diet Dr. Pepper
and munch popcorn predestined to bury its kernels in my teeth.
What do I know about lesbians, myself a bisexual anti-facist
with no knowledge of what two women in love look like at a southeast
basement make out sesh? My friends are all right, themselves women
who love women. I’m completely out of my depth
and the theater is dim as we embark on another strange sitting
about a less than immaculate conception. Here’s one thing
we can all agree on: scream queen Sydney Sweeney
will thoroughly captivate our attention, and now the lights dark
and now we put our feet up, kiki-ing through the previews,
then we surrender our minds to the sounds of Catholic hymns
while we watch nuns fight priests on a silver screen, the way God
intended, and now we’re cheering, us queers in love with virgin mothers,
peanut M&Ms, and midsection seats on discount movie nights.
Parker Logan is originally from Orlando, Florida. He currently lives in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, where he works in a teens library, corrupting the youth with poetry. His work has appeared in Split Lip, Gulf Coast, Pleiades, and Saw Palm.
