(Poland now has official LGBTQ-free zones)



Does desire cease in the length of a fence?

Where do its measurements begin


or end? Is there a moment when even

the heart can retreat by an ordinance


to stop, pause, then beat and release?

Or do we cease to be who we are


and change by decree. Does intimacy

obey street signs; sectors and gates shut-


out feeling? Do paths not lead through

pent emotion and the mind not proceed while


the body stays? How to comply with a lie

as somehow love were a choice


and we could step outside of it

while so much of it remains inside.


And can air despair two men or

two women—where does need divide?