Thursday, November 1, 2012





The whole lovely world’s gone orange
and my soul sings with ineffable and unrhymeable joy.
House by house they stand up for us.
Yard by yard promises,
“The someday of which you dream
is not so very far away.”

When we get married,
I don’t want rice or doves or bubbles,
and I don’t care if you wear white.

What I want is this feeling
of coming home, not just to you,
but to a whole city full of people
who live the word prevenience:
“we welcome you, we love you,
we support you
even before you picked the china patterns.”


[On November 6th, the Minnesotan ballot will include Amendment 1:  ”The constitution shall be amended to define marriage as between one man and one woman.”  The above signs are from yards, businesses, and churches in our south Minneapolis neighborhood, urging passerby to vote No against marriage inequality.]

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