["As if I craved error, as if love was ahistorical"]
As if I craved error, as if love was ahistorical,
I came to live in a country not at first my own
and here came to love a man not stopped by reticence.
And because it seemed right
love of this man would look like freedom,
the lone expanse of his back
would be found land, I turned,
as a brown field turns, suddenly grown green,
for this was the marriage waited for: the man
desiring as I, movement toward mindful and yet.
It was June, brilliant. The sun higher than God.
An excerpt of "Testimonial" from THE END OF THE ALPHABET (Grove Press, 1998)