Winter 1992 • Vol. XIV No. 1 Poetry |

The Contribution

                                      for Marie Howe The way you'll say something in a dream to awaken from it, only enlarges the emblem it poured in with. When I said, "Maybe I'll go back to being straight," I was thinking of wanting men to be . . . what? more malleable? "What do men ever contribute except destruction?" we always say to each other. At the beginning of trying being straight, there was a girl in Copake who couldn't care less when I said my life could change through her as her hand could change—blurred across the chewy keys on a jukebox. And when, damned to the guest bed, I came by myself, the orgasm kept going as the lit fuse of years some women felt my performance inside them. The first time with a man felt like a homecoming, but also what falling feels like. The Japanese have a saying about falling. Fall in a heap and let your bones fold like strings

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