(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?
