Weep no more, little love-notes, your shoebox homes are safe from Dewey's decimals.
I have found a prettier way to index.Seo Jungju, translated by Clare You
Prayer I
Now I’m
Like an utterly empty vessel or
An utterly vacant field
Oh Lord,—Knowing not how to call you—
Leave the harsh storm
A bit longer in me or
A few butterflies or
Make me a half-filled celadon of water
Whatever pleases you
Now I’m
Like an empty vessel
Once full of blossoms with scents
the dress looks nice on you
2011, Jessie’s first Dyke March
American Wedding
BY ESSEX HEMPHILL
In america,
I place my ring
on your cock
where it belongs.
No horsemen
bearing terror,
no soldiers of doom
will swoop in
and sweep us apart.
They’re too busy
looting the land
to watch us.
They don’t know
we need each other
critically.
They expect us to call in sick,
watch television all night,
die by our own hands.
They don’t know
we are becoming powerful.
Every time we kiss
we confirm the new world coming.
What the rose whispers
before blooming
I vow to you.
I give you my heart,
a safe house.
I give you promises other than
milk, honey, liberty.
I assume you will always
be a free man with a dream.
In america,
place your ring
on my cock
where it belongs.
Long may we live
to free this dream.
Essex Hemphill, “American Wedding” from Ceremonies. Copyright © 1992 by Essex Hemphill. Reprinted by permission of The Frances Goldin Literary Agency.
Source: Ceremonies (Cleis Press, 1992)
still gives me goosebumps
