I am very fertile, no doctor has told me
Still I am convinced

Maybe in plea for loving wrongly
And loving it

Knowing no erect government will
Touch me

If I close my legs to that nuclear dream.

For who am I to be unsafe under him
Sweating

From weight of conceivable worry
When promise

Is an unconcealed gun. Thank god I am queer
Until overturned

Is my institutional place, subject to bible
Definitions

Of all that I am allowed to be. I have prayed
To the state

And the church answered. Now we are back
In utero

Chained to the womb with one choice:
We will survive.