To answer your question, Diana: I also don’t know why fools fall in love
but I wondered what it looked like for the birds to sing
so gay — imagined them flitting flamboyant melodies
with lust, imagined my father calling them under suspicion,
my mother proclaiming them abominations. If being queer
makes you an abomination, I figured the abominable snowman
must have also been gay, but unlike the birds, unable to fly away,
he knew to hide away in shame. More questions: Is it the falling
that makes the fool, or that one must first be fool to fall.
Is God’s eye still on the sparrow
if that sparrow sings like Solomon to the other boy birds.
Does the sparrow stop to question what creator does
or doesn’t watch from above as he lets his love sing him
drunk, wakes with a sweet hangover in the foolish falling rain,
not knowing where the rain comes from, or why, but trusting how
it feels in his feathers.
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