fuck the supreme court
I am looking at a picture of you that makes me want to read a poem. You are a face framed in magnolia blossoms, staring reverently out at not-sure-what like it is a vast ocean. I google queer love poems and then queer happiness poems and then best love poems of all time. You are none of these things, you are all of them. The door that safe-havens us, knocked by time or misfortune or legislation, will not budge from behind. Feet side-by-side, hands finger-laced, sturdy and malleable brick. This picture will hang on the walls of my soul; our hearts more ancient than written word. You are always the poem.