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.