Apr/May 2005 • Poetry |
Ave
I had a vision
of who I might have been
had I not declared myself
one of my Church's queers,
House Faggot
for the English profession:A quiet, arthritic Episcopalian
winked at me from his pew
where he knelt before Mary,
having come from tea
after his lecture
on the Rhetoric of Bleak House.
I thanked him for his self-sacrifice.