Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sarah Machinak Wins the Oscar Wilde Award
Sarah Machinak of Pittsburgh has won the 2010 Gival Press Oscar Wilde Award for the best poem that relates GLBT life. Her poem L.B.A. was chosen by Chino Mayrina, last year's winner.
In addition to having her poem published online on the Gival Press website, Sarah Machinak received a cash price of $100. Here below is her winning poem and the list of finalists for the contest.
Winner of the 2010 Gival Press Oscar Wilde Poetry Award
L.B.A.
I awoke in my bridesmaid gown, panties draped
over hotel room doorknob. The pressure
of the wedding gift was painful. But
it was the least I could do after ten years
of friendship. I knew something was amiss
at the rehearsal dinner—could sense her un-
spoken fear as only a best friend can.
She knew there was a possibility
of being labeled L.B.A. (Lesbian
by Association), and we couldn’t have that.
Of all the best friends at Saint Joe’s, why did
she have to pick the lesbian? The girl
who nervously looked away in the locker
room before cheerleading practice, where an
ill-timed glance could result in Bra. Thigh. Belly.
Which would result in lesbian best friend
turning red, sweating, wishing to escape.
Not to mention the sleepovers. What kind
of girl shares her king-sized canopy princess
bed with a lesbian, who must lie
rigidly in the dark, as far away
from her best friend as possible, so as
not to accidentally touch her? After
the wedding, I could be gay again, we
decided through telepathy. So I passed.
Passed on facebook-friending the bridal party,
so they wouldn’t see that I was Interested
In: Women; passed on flirting with Amy,
the cute bridesmaid with whom there was extended
eye contact; passed on genuine conversation
at the rehearsal dinner. But something
had to give. Had enough wine with my meal
to make flirting with the groomsman to my
left seem less than repulsive. Enough wine
that I could laugh graciously when the groom’s
grandmother told me don’t-worry-I’d-find-
a-man-soon-too. At the wedding before
we were announced, hiding in a back room
with the rest of the bridal party: chugged
two beers on an empty stomach when the
underage best man commented on his
allergy to my brand of lip gloss. “No
making out for you two tonight,” the other
guys joked loudly. To which I replied that
the best man was “just a baby, much too young
for me.” Failed to mention that he had the wrong
anatomy. I passed. And I drank. Gave a
wasted maid-of-honor toast and an
impromptu blessing when the priest was running
late. Danced inappropriately with the boldest
of the groomsmen. Pounded shot after gin-
and-tonic after shot. Drank like I hadn’t
since sophomore year of college, since years before
realizing my love of women. I blacked out,
of course, and remember nothing in between
dancing and awaking sans panties. Perhaps
my best friend will decide that L.B.A
is not so embarrassing in hindsight.
Copyright © 2010 by Sarah Machinak.
Biography:
Sarah Machinak is an emerging poet who lives and writes in Pittsburgh. She has worked in the social services field since earning a B.S. in psychology from the University of Pittsburgh. She plans to attend Chatham University’s MFA Creative Writing Program this fall.
Honorable Mentions for the Oscar Wilde Award:
Competition
by Pablo Martinez of San Antonio, Texas.
The Break Up
by Michael Montlack of New York, New York.
Parentheses
by Julie Weber of Ashland, Oregon.
On Turning 40
by Michael Montlack of New York, New York.
In addition to having her poem published online on the Gival Press website, Sarah Machinak received a cash price of $100. Here below is her winning poem and the list of finalists for the contest.
Winner of the 2010 Gival Press Oscar Wilde Poetry Award
L.B.A.
I awoke in my bridesmaid gown, panties draped
over hotel room doorknob. The pressure
of the wedding gift was painful. But
it was the least I could do after ten years
of friendship. I knew something was amiss
at the rehearsal dinner—could sense her un-
spoken fear as only a best friend can.
She knew there was a possibility
of being labeled L.B.A. (Lesbian
by Association), and we couldn’t have that.
Of all the best friends at Saint Joe’s, why did
she have to pick the lesbian? The girl
who nervously looked away in the locker
room before cheerleading practice, where an
ill-timed glance could result in Bra. Thigh. Belly.
Which would result in lesbian best friend
turning red, sweating, wishing to escape.
Not to mention the sleepovers. What kind
of girl shares her king-sized canopy princess
bed with a lesbian, who must lie
rigidly in the dark, as far away
from her best friend as possible, so as
not to accidentally touch her? After
the wedding, I could be gay again, we
decided through telepathy. So I passed.
Passed on facebook-friending the bridal party,
so they wouldn’t see that I was Interested
In: Women; passed on flirting with Amy,
the cute bridesmaid with whom there was extended
eye contact; passed on genuine conversation
at the rehearsal dinner. But something
had to give. Had enough wine with my meal
to make flirting with the groomsman to my
left seem less than repulsive. Enough wine
that I could laugh graciously when the groom’s
grandmother told me don’t-worry-I’d-find-
a-man-soon-too. At the wedding before
we were announced, hiding in a back room
with the rest of the bridal party: chugged
two beers on an empty stomach when the
underage best man commented on his
allergy to my brand of lip gloss. “No
making out for you two tonight,” the other
guys joked loudly. To which I replied that
the best man was “just a baby, much too young
for me.” Failed to mention that he had the wrong
anatomy. I passed. And I drank. Gave a
wasted maid-of-honor toast and an
impromptu blessing when the priest was running
late. Danced inappropriately with the boldest
of the groomsmen. Pounded shot after gin-
and-tonic after shot. Drank like I hadn’t
since sophomore year of college, since years before
realizing my love of women. I blacked out,
of course, and remember nothing in between
dancing and awaking sans panties. Perhaps
my best friend will decide that L.B.A
is not so embarrassing in hindsight.
Copyright © 2010 by Sarah Machinak.
Biography:
Sarah Machinak is an emerging poet who lives and writes in Pittsburgh. She has worked in the social services field since earning a B.S. in psychology from the University of Pittsburgh. She plans to attend Chatham University’s MFA Creative Writing Program this fall.
Honorable Mentions for the Oscar Wilde Award:
Competition
by Pablo Martinez of San Antonio, Texas.
The Break Up
by Michael Montlack of New York, New York.
Parentheses
by Julie Weber of Ashland, Oregon.
On Turning 40
by Michael Montlack of New York, New York.
