Larry Calls Me a Teenager for the Third Time This Meeting 


I am wearing dress clothes, a clerical collar. 

To be the only female pastor in a meeting of clergy 

is not just to be underrepresented. 

It is to be infantilized. The other pastors order things that 

are not on the diner’s menu. I am always on the menu. 

My competence — a frog on a seventh grader’s desk

waiting to be dissected. As I pass out the agenda for 

our next event, they marvel at my organization. I went to

graduate school to do this job, I don’t remind them. A teenager 

would talk back. I never talk back. I bite my tongue so hard

it bleeds. All over the table. No one notices. 


Danielle Estelle Ramsay (she/her) is a queer, biracial, poet from the Pacific Northwest. Her work encompasses a variety of topics, but focuses particularly on the intersection of mental health and queer issues with religion and the church. She lives in Walla Walla, Washington with her spouse, daughter, and their array of pets. She works as a United Methodist pastor, and can usually be found drinking tea, embroidering swear words, or watching anime.