Queer Sacrament
i conquered the second brother
ignoring his apathy
ephemeral joy
eyes close
eyes open
rubbed raw
filled deep
too deep
frustration renewed—he holds my hand
for the first time at the
Castro block party
his unexpected affection
obscures my availability
(beware the answered prayer)
you appear—sainted by intoxication
you ask if I'm married
inaccurately I reply, I'm committed
you glance at him
how to explain he's not my husband?
you kiss me—I kiss you back
then I push you back
I watch you leave with your friends
you being dragged, bewildered
and me pulling inward
gathering strength
your anonymous kiss a sacrament
your tongue plunging into me
brought me queer grace
suddenly I belong