Meta-Rhetoric

Homophobia

racism

self-definition

revolutionary struggle

 

the subject tonight for

public discussion is

our love

 

we sit apart

apparently at opposite ends of a line

and I feel the distance

between my eyes

between my legs

a dry

dust topography of our separation

 

In the meantime people

dispute the probabilities

of union

 

They reminisce about the chasmic histories

no ideology yet dares to surmount

 

I disagree with you

You disagree with me

The problem seems to be a matter of scale

 

Can you give me the statistical dimensions

of your mouth on my mouth

your breasts resting on my own?

 

I believe the agenda involves

several inches (at least)

of coincidence and endless recovery

 

My hope is that our lives will declare

this meeting

open

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