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In Defense of Marriage

There’s no security in two men together,
no guaranteed payment, no signatures,
no witnesses besides the lady next door
who suspects our apartment is a one bed-

room like hers. We buy a dog for insurance,
have one bank account, and our initials
carved in the back of the TV stand: S hearts D
and D hearts S. I insisted it be mutual.

Tonight we fight, slam doors on each other
in our best imitation of love. I drive our car
in circles, discovering I am my father.
Your parents hope I won’t return

and you’ll settle for an Indiana girl
with big hips, low self-esteem,
maybe even children. But this isn’t 1945,
and you didn’t just step off a boat fighting

a war people actually believed in. And I
was never your secret cabin boy,
all stars and stripes. In the morning we’ll fuck
without condoms, and hold each other in spoons,

believing that security is the possibility of disease.

Posted 11/04/09
This poem originally appeared in the Jan/Feb 2008 issue of The Gay and Lesbian Review. I post it here to help spread knowledge about marriage equality and to express my anger over the marriage defeat yesterday in Maine.
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