To Tim Dlungos (Cento)
An afternoon of steady light.
Somebody up there is brooding. I think
I should apologize.
Within the yarn, the needle:
the lovemaking grows more intense, not less.
I'm afraid of the country.
Strange to see the river through the window.
As a white male Republican
I was a mess. I felt like crying.
The river fills with shining rain, the way
sky gets light.
There used to be a better reason.
Everybody tells me I'm crazy because I walked around.
Little birdie footprints. Then a rush.
- Eduardo C. Corral (from Lambda Literary Review)