I will be safe
and not speak
unless spoken to
I will not say things
that tighten the air
with awkwardness
I will be yielding
pliable and white as
Holy Silly Putty
mirroring the message
from the pulpit
I will be the safe gay
The one that's really trying
saturated with prayer
sweating the Word
blind with faith
I will be the puppet
for any faith-based initiative
sexless and plastic
posing for the people
I will be a trophy
shiny as the cover
on a new Bible
I will smile until
my smile breaks
Instead of being straight
(which will be granted to me someday)
I will now be narrow
I will give my testimony
and it will ring with yearning
I will hold on to my vision
so fervently
that the bones in my hands
will snap like pretzel sticks
before I let go of it
My spirit is so renewed
I don't think about men anymore
even Jesus
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(This was written to reflect my state of mind back in 1998-99, not my present feelings)
Posted by blog/wicker_chronicles
at 3:56 PM CDT
Updated: Thursday, 9 June 2005 4:13 PM CDT
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Updated: Thursday, 9 June 2005 4:13 PM CDT
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