by John Carse
in the dream
i faithfully memorize
the poems i have written
in other dreams
and smuggle them into consciousness
where they are recorded
in my reality
every 2 decades
i shed my skin
until my body is bloody & raw
1980
passing as str8
i am thoroughly sanitized
i wear masks
& it is not only my hands
that are gloved
i am loved & unloved
each movement carefully practiced
every word meticulously rehearsed
2000
bisexuality is the best of both worlds
i am torn
unable to serve 2 masters
i desperately act out the words & gestures
i learned in other lives
masks are essential
i am your lover
i am your brother’s lover
but in truth
i cannot love at all
2020
i am here
i am queer
get used to it
i forego all forms of protection
masks, gloves & condoms
have been destroyed
bareback as the day i was born
i rebel
& embrace the hell of my existence
wearing only my suffering
for all to see
is this what they call freedom?