(Pride month, 2022)
If she were he, if she were damsely,
if we coulda watched her tone, (fine muscle flex)
her stretch, retching wife, unseen.
If not for her, long limb, bright teeth
point 3: (ungowned) ball, gone in, let go? Her upswept long-dreading. Her digits tip-
bending (our Michaelangela, space of hers, time’s ticking rim).
If she weren’t so good, so great back, gaze-straight boned
blacker lashes, her complex so, bronze enough
for US to not Seal team slip plan, in to get sis gone. Instead wade, wait…
If she wasn’t born strong, so strange for her to stand alone, stand, be out
no doubt, she’da been saved. Yes. The qweens — shout